Our Nan

She’s always very clean and neat With chocolate, sweets and other treats When mummy says no, nanny wins Like when we want to do baking Peek-a-boo to nursery rhymes Mischief making, pull faces times Lots of games and lots of laughter Silly times like when nan’s dafter At the park on swings and slides When it rains build tents and hide We like to colour and do dot-to-dots Remember banging spoons on pots Nan could really not be sweeter Playing games she let me beat her She’d pick me up and hold me high And if I fell, she’d wipe my eye Finger prints on walls and glass She’d potty train, help wipe our * (bottom) It’s did not matter, we’ve no doubt Making memories it’s about