Grandma names and why I don't write rhymes

Way back in the day in a house that was pink

Lived seven college girls that were just young things

They got into mischief and teased all the boys

And stayed up till all hours having parties - the noise!

All seven were characters, yes, through and through

But they laughed all the time until they turned blue

Oh such shenanigans they pulled and all the crazy first dates

Its a small miracle that each of them survived with good grades

One day all seven of them had their imaginations spark

So they gave each other grandma names on a lark

Ashton was Mildred, we called her Mildred Dahling, my dear

Was it Alpha or Meg who was Gertrude? ... It's unclear

I was Olive - see below on my face

And for Jenny and Erin? My feeble mind is erased!

Sweet Rachel was Mabel as I recall

She now has baby Mabel - don't that beat all?

These grannies in name were young in vigor and mind

They had daily dance parties and never wasted time

It's been seven long years since they last all were together

But all seven can say that life's only gotten better

Thank goodness for email and unlimited minutes

And blogs and instagram, e-games and pinterest

Thank goodness for friends who remain tried and true

Mildred Dahling, a mostest Happy Birthday to you!