A LEGEND IN HER OWN TIME
A LEGEND IN HER OWN TIME
Roger A. Davis
A Grand Marshal of the Medicine Lodge Peace Treaty
Was my great-grandmother, Mayme Holmes Grisby
She rode side-saddle to lead the pageant parade
On a Palomino, called Paula, of cream color shade
Her Chihuahuas were trophy winners across the nation
She also donated to the city, the house of Carry Nation
Mayme came West in a covered wagon, a baby pioneer
This was Grandmother Holmes, our dear
She was a wealthy lady, my grand
Greenhouse, gardens and mercantile store
Farms and ranches, there's more
Gas and oil was found on most of her land
She and her daughter, my Mama Cook, both shared a passion
And it wasn't the latest Paris fashion
They both were smitten by antique glassware
To shops and auctions, an 88 Olds hauled the pair
Her grandkids thought her greatest claim to fame
Was Mayme being a pro wrestling groupie dame
On Sundays, she would watch Channel 3
Wrestling, that's why she owned a TV
In Wichita, she went to see Pat O'Connor, the champion
Since she didn’t drive, she always needed a companion
But there was a problem, she thought it was all real
And she would get carried away by her zeal
Being in her 80s, she was seated in the front row
It was too much for her to be that close to the show
A dear sweet lady screaming at the bad guy foe
None of her family members really wanted to go
Viewing the televised matches, one Sunday afternoon
A tag team's closing count of three was coming soon
Wait, the choreography sent Texas Bob over the ropes
And is bloodied by a folding chair, do they think we're dopes?
Then, with our eyes we behold an old lady gone insane
She is hitting the bad guys and the referee with her cane
Another hand is pulling her back with the help of security
We weren’t sure, but later learned, Mayme, the person guilty
Grandmother Holmes was a legend in her own time
And I don’t do her life justice with this short rhyme
She gave me many gifts for my antique collections
But here is one of my favorite recollections
Her last dog was a Doberman Pinscher named Nick
Nobody in the family could understand her pick
When she sat in her favorite winged-back chair
Nick would try to get up with her and share
He was with her to the very end, proving again
Dogs are man and Grandmother Holmes' best friend
Here was a lady respected by many a generation
Whom we hold in fond and earthly veneration
Roger A. Davis
A Grand Marshal of the Medicine Lodge Peace Treaty
Was my great-grandmother, Mayme Holmes Grisby
She rode side-saddle to lead the pageant parade
On a Palomino, called Paula, of cream color shade
Her Chihuahuas were trophy winners across the nation
She also donated to the city, the house of Carry Nation
Mayme came West in a covered wagon, a baby pioneer
This was Grandmother Holmes, our dear
She was a wealthy lady, my grand
Greenhouse, gardens and mercantile store
Farms and ranches, there's more
Gas and oil was found on most of her land
She and her daughter, my Mama Cook, both shared a passion
And it wasn't the latest Paris fashion
They both were smitten by antique glassware
To shops and auctions, an 88 Olds hauled the pair
Her grandkids thought her greatest claim to fame
Was Mayme being a pro wrestling groupie dame
On Sundays, she would watch Channel 3
Wrestling, that's why she owned a TV
In Wichita, she went to see Pat O'Connor, the champion
Since she didn’t drive, she always needed a companion
But there was a problem, she thought it was all real
And she would get carried away by her zeal
Being in her 80s, she was seated in the front row
It was too much for her to be that close to the show
A dear sweet lady screaming at the bad guy foe
None of her family members really wanted to go
Viewing the televised matches, one Sunday afternoon
A tag team's closing count of three was coming soon
Wait, the choreography sent Texas Bob over the ropes
And is bloodied by a folding chair, do they think we're dopes?
Then, with our eyes we behold an old lady gone insane
She is hitting the bad guys and the referee with her cane
Another hand is pulling her back with the help of security
We weren’t sure, but later learned, Mayme, the person guilty
Grandmother Holmes was a legend in her own time
And I don’t do her life justice with this short rhyme
She gave me many gifts for my antique collections
But here is one of my favorite recollections
Her last dog was a Doberman Pinscher named Nick
Nobody in the family could understand her pick
When she sat in her favorite winged-back chair
Nick would try to get up with her and share
He was with her to the very end, proving again
Dogs are man and Grandmother Holmes' best friend
Here was a lady respected by many a generation
Whom we hold in fond and earthly veneration
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