Down in the basement
we’d drink, and sing songs,
play cards, and shoot dice
the whole night long.

But we’d sometimes get visits
from granny upstairs.
She’s come down at all hours,
catch us unawares…

Then she’d look at us sternly.
“Are you boys drinking beer?”
And if we hid the bottles,
she’d find out just where.

Then she’d snatch my beer bottle,
hold me off with her crutch.
“I’m doing this for your good
‘cause you’re drinking too much.”

She’d chug down the beer
as quick as she could,
then chug down another –
all for my own good….

One night she came down
when we ran out of beer.
“Where’s the beer, Sonny?
I know it’s hid near.”

“But we’re out of beer, grandma.
There just aint no more.”
She hit me with her crutch…
Knocked me clean to the floor.
“Don’t you ever hide beer
from me here any more!”

So from that one night on,
we were wise to her game.
Kept a spare beer handy
for when granny came…

cute.

Here's to granny

cheers granny