I once had a date with granny
Expecting she had something to offer
From her generous cashful coffer

I was so broke and needed some money
So I didn’t mind her stale honey

Close to her in the BMWs back seat
I felt the warmth of her treasures

Fondling her never to quit
I forgot to take necessary measures

So I followed her deep into the pit
Down her old and sickly ventures

With my own youthful feet
I danced to the tune of a death beat.

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