As time quickly approaches
On the planed escape
Gunther smuggles the files in
While Mildred bakes the cake
But that doesn't much matter
For our two on the run
In all the confusion
The oven was never turned on
So they slipped out the front door
When Gladys the receptionist was gone
Out for her morning coffee
And cigarette on the lawn
They made it as far as the sidewalk
As far as the authorities could tell
When they both turned around
Before their bladders gave out
They need a new plan of escape
One that can be followed with ease
Before it's to late
Since they're both weak in the knees
Our hero's will have to wait another day
For their chance at freedoms song
For now they'll hang up their walkers
And devise another plan on getting gone
It was a heated night of Bingo
When Gunther got the idea
They'd go out with the wash
In a basket both hid
So they packed up their dentures
Along with their Poly Grip
As both of them readied
For their laundry trip
Now in the back of the truck
Rolling down 95
Same age as our escapee's
If you care to count time
They later hijacked the truck
When the driver they sacked
Now they travel life's highway
With nothing but the wind to their back
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
As time quickly approaches
On the planed escape
Gunther smuggles the files in
While Mildred bakes the cake
But that doesn't much matter
For our two on the run
In all the confusion
The oven was never turned on
So they slipped out the front door
When Gladys the receptionist was gone
Out for her morning coffee
And cigarette on the lawn
They made it as far as the sidewalk
As far as the authorities could tell
When they both turned around
Before their bladders gave out
They need a new plan of escape
One that can be followed with ease
Before it's to late
Since they're both weak in the knees
Our hero's will have to wait another day
For their chance at freedoms song
For now they'll hang up their walkers
And devise another plan on getting gone
It was a heated night of Bingo
When Gunther got the idea
They'd go out with the wash
In a basket both hid
So they packed up their dentures
Along with their Poly Grip
As both of them readied
For their laundry trip
Now in the back of the truck
Rolling down 95
Same age as our escapee's
If you care to count time
They later hijacked the truck
When the driver they sacked
Now they travel life's highway
With nothing but the wind to their back
Wrote this for a friend that wanted some poems that she could read to her mom and fellow inmates at her nursing home...Hope they like it!
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