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i ain’t yo granny

By Wil C. Fry, Sept. 23, 1996

Copyright © 1996 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


I ain’t yo’ Granny!
I ain’t yo’ cousin Sue!
You keep tellin’ me yore problems
What’m I s’posed ta do?

I ain’t yo’ Momma
I ain’t yore Uncle Tom
But you keep whinin’
With me, there’s nothin’ wrong

I ain’t yore husband
I ain’t yore son
Surely somebody cares
I cain’t be the only one

Bother me, distract me, take up my precious time
I’ve got other things to do right now, here’s a dime
Talk and cry, Sob and whine, where are you going with this?
Do you realize I don’t have a degree? I’m not on the list

I ain’t yore doctor
I ain’t yore nurse
But you keep comin’
It must be a curse

I ain’t yore witch
I ain’t yore medicine man
Don’t ask me for potions
Read the label on the can

you crowdin’ my space, homey, so like get a life, and get on wit you
you hangin’ around dis joint like an old worn out smelly tennis shoe
I got better things to do
Than listen ta you
Go buy another shoe
Get a new hairdo
Listen it’s true!
Our time here is through
Drink some of THIS brew
Homemade stew
Janie turned two
What a zoo
Shave a ewe
BOO!
I’m covered in goo
Who?
That next step’s a LOO-LOO!
Take your cue
Don’t be blue
Are you a Jew?
Does a hen moo?



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