O Dear, Gran's Not Happy

O DEAR, GRAN’S NOT HAPPY I think I have upset Gran when to the Zombies I threw her out She peering through the window looking like a gone off sprout Lord: she only has one eyeball left, and it is looking right at me She is giving me the 1 finger salute, why can’t she just let it be It wasn't that I didn't love her; for me, it was just plain priority Though I forgot that as the oldest; Gran did have the seniority I took some boards, a hammer, and, nails to block out the view Just in case as she’s skinny, I have blocked up the chimney flue I only have one day’s food left and for the cat’s I only have two So it looks likes I’ll be eating theirs and they will just have to do Any complaints off them, and, I shall be showing them the door Until I am left on my lonesome, and, then I will become no more Indiana Shaw “The end is nigh” . . . : /