Grandpa's poems

My Grandpa used to make up poems with his brothers while working on their farm when he was a little boy. He likes to sing them here and there... I think they're hilarious!

"Here I sit all broken hearted paid to shit and only farted. Hmmm... no paper? Why then linger, look out butt hole here comes finger!"

"When I was young and in my prime I used to hold it all the time, but now I'm old and have more sense, I use the hole there in the fence."

"I grabbed her by the butt and I flung her on the floor, the wind from her butt blew the cat out the door!"

I love my Grandpa!