I once met a woman from Nantucket. <br />Who wanted me to add fluid in her bucket... <br /> <br />'GRANDPA? ? ? ' <br /> <br />You asked me to recite a poem! <br />You kids don't know what you want. <br /> <br />'Yeah, <br />But grandpa... <br />Comeon. <br />You've got to have more on your mind, <br />Besides sex! ' <br /> <br />SEX? <br />You kids are sumthin' else! <br />Who in the hell's talking about sex? <br />That woman just happens to have been your grandmother. <br />She sucked some gasoline out of my car, <br />To get her own started. <br />Using a hose. <br />I had never seen that before. <br />That's how we met! <br />And sex was the furthest thing from our minds. <br /> <br />'Oh yeah? <br />Well... <br />How did my mother get here? ' <br /> <br />On a TRAIN! <br />How many times do I have to tell you that! ?<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-s-how-we-met/
