A four line poem

Oh my goodness! Can it be true?
All this rudery, that's coming through
Your words will cause so many blushes
Reddened cheeks and such hot flushes!

So sorry for that
I'll go back to chat
To save people's blushes
I'll beat round the bushes

Galen, that's very scary
Of my GP I'll be wary
If I ask about warts
What will be his thoughts?

Your name could convey something of you
It could be a hobby or something you do
It could be a nickname or numerous things
But Pompa's should now be "Lord of the Rings"!

crafting

Grin is an anagram of ring
Both are words which bring
about much hilarity
And one ensures a certain parity!

Sorry for causing any blushes
And sorry Mini for your flushes
Innuendo is the cause ..
Or perhaps the menopause

Newist may grin and bite her tongue
but she feels some silly clown
among the GN'ers here,
has dragged her thread down

I suddenly had this scary thought
Which I hope does not appall
Does this mean that Pompa
Has one ring to rule us all?

There seems to be some concern
only one ring exists but take it from me
there is not need for worry or fret
from EBay, they were £2.99 for three

The youngsters would be shocked
If they knew the things we said
But if we don't even think of sex
We might as well be dead.

Kids have tried to shock us before
sneaked on our threads with a plan
but the lesson they learn't
was don't mess with a gran

Grans can be flirty
Grans can be flighty
They don't have to wear
A winceyette nightie

What is a nightie?
Don't you sleep in the nude?
Chanel number 5 is suffiently flighty
To do else wise says you're a prude!

Ps. I do wear a nightdress!

Is it flimsy and red
What you wear in your bed ?
Or fluffy and woolly
Like my old Nan's pully.

Is it flimsy or frilly
Sexy or silly
With a slit up the side?
Do you wear it with pride?

When it comes to night attire
mine's pinkish and wrinklyish
to give it an iron DW tried in vain,
as, in parts, I was far to ticklish

On the subject of going to bed
"I hate pyjamas" my old man said
My middle is squashed, they're much too tighty
So I've sent off for a real man's nightie

A nighties far too cold for me,
I need to sleep quite warm you see,
I go to bed in fleecy socks,
And I don't care at all who mocks.

Goodnight all Gransnetters.
It's off to bed for me
I'm wearing my warm nightie and
I've had a little pee.

We snuggle down, each in our place
I popped out, for a mid night piddle
Oh my, there has been a coup
and her half is now the middle

A prude and proud, is what I say
(I don't much like Chanel anyway.)
Our Galen's abed, in posh scent she is dressed.
But we can be sure, she's not wearing her vest.