The town square.

The town square,
Was a triangle.

Grandma was on a bar crawl.
Saturday, in Kemmer Wyoming.

Grandpa was the drinker,
In the family.

I think grandma,
just needed a night out.

By then Grandpa was gone.

With most of the family,
Grown, with their own babies.

Still there were young ones,
At home.

Off to bed, were the kids,
Or so she thought.

When left, she did
They started their own,

Bar crawl.

Got advance notice of Gramma's,
Journey.

Then off to a new bar,

One bar ahead,

Of grandma.

This story,

Aunt Nancy, 

luved to tell.

Now I tell you.