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Grandma used to rock in her chair, Read books, watch tv and crochet; Until she was introduced to, Rocking out the computer way. She surfs the net with cyber friends, Calls them her favorite roomies; Picked them up in chatrooms, at games, Doesn't know one of them is me. She thinks I'm a little old man, That I'm harmless and loads of fun; I hang out with my granny's gang, Secretly watch over everyone. Last night they all met in bingo, One by one they slipped out the door; Shortly returned incognito, They sang, danced and fell on the floor. The gang's retired entertainers, Said they could bring a house down; I believe every word they say, Bragged about them all over town. Tonight we returned to the games, Joined the fast chat in the chatbox; Granny said, "Meet my grandson ya'll, he's, The roomie we love called kid-fox." |
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