With Grandma’s Help
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Loading ...Little Jimmy was struggling with a homework assignment his 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Adams, had given her English class.
Jimmy’s grandmother realized that the boy was having difficulty when she saw all the scrunched up papers around the kitchen table where he was working.
“Having a problem with your homework, dear?” asked the sweet old lady.
“I am, Grandma”, said Jimmy, dropping his pencil dejectedly on the table. “We’re supposed to make up a limerick and read it to the class, but whenever I get an idea, I can’t make it rhyme.”
“Well, dear, when I was a girl, I loved to make up limericks and whisper them to my little girl friends. We used to laugh till our sides ached, but in those days it wasn’t considered proper for a young lady to even be reading limmericks, let alone writing them.”
Jimmy’s little face lit up. “Oh tell me one, Grandma, please” he begged.
“Oh I couldn’t”, blushed his grandmother. “Your elders are supposed to be prim and proper and set a good example for the young people, especially their grandchildren.”
“Just one, please, Grandma, please.”
“Well, maybe just one, but I’ll have to leave the racy parts out.” She cleared her throat and began:
“There once was a pretty young lass
Who da da da da da da da.
He opened da da da
She said da da da da
I’d love a good fuck up the ass.”
