Holding Hands
My granny and granddad held hands,
I saw them at Bolton-le-Sands.
Like an amorous mister and miss,
He bent down and gave her a kiss.
They looked absolutely in love,
Then he gave her a bit of a shove.
And she tumbled, without any fuss,
Straight under the Lancaster bus,
Which granny had never heard coming,
For granddad was too busy humming,
The tune of a little refrain,
It was Vera Lynn's, 'We'll meet again.'
Hobbo's Poems 
The perfect murder! You should write for TV!! 🙂
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…and with a grandchild for an alibi!😂
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😂
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Very dark humour, I love it!
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Thank you Mr G. 🙂
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I smiled at the mention of Bolton-le-Sands!
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It was a rhyme I could not resist! 😂
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Another case for Endeavour!
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I think Effortless could solve this! 😂
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😂😂😂
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That was a fantastic plot twist. Or changing the song love and marriage, to love and murder!
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Thanks Ulle- life is full of unexpected plot twists!😂
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well, I must say I never saw that coming — but I guess granny didn’t either 🙂
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😂 No, she didn’t!
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Very creative, I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
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👍 Thanks for the comment. 🙂
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Sure, happy to support 💕.
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🙂
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