A Visit With Grannie
I go to visit my kindly grannie,
And I am met by her golden orange cat;
With a kink in his whisker and a tummy fat,
The door opens after many an irritable knock-
I am caught in a generous loud yell for my nanny.
She ushers me inside and I sit on an absurd old chair,
The chair keeps wanting to fall over - I have to take care;
Oh dear, who was the engineer of this lopsided thing I sit on,
When I move this way or that, it emits an odd, creaking song.
I do have to appreciate the lovely purple iris on the kitchen table,
And grannie makes an excellent cup of tea and cookies made of maple;
I was genial in my praise and think she is quite admirable - she has flare,
Don't know an iota about tea but grannie tells me her brand is quite costly.
I help her get the dishes in order, then she says. . . . I have to do my washy!
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July 11, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/A Visit With Grannie
Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-045-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Premiere Contest Number 3
Sponsor, A Skat
Third Place
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For the Premiere contest, Make A Poem
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Third Place
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