Barge Pole Love

BARGE POLE LOVE Granny is not happy; I keep poking her with my barge pole Gran only want to smother me with kisses, that is her goal Though I love her to bits I am scared of what I might catch So; from my beloved Granny, I have now become detached I'm thinking of tying her, to her old favourite lounging chair The thought of her sneaking up on me is too much to bear I hope once this is over my Gran understands reasons why As forty years her junior, I don't want to be the first to die Call me a coward, but; she’s has been here longer than me Everything would be ok, only she would let those kisses be I’ll make it up to her, once this nasty virus has disappeared But, until that day my barge pole tactics, I will so persevere Indiana Shaw . . . *-* “Intended as light-hearted humour only, eh, Gran” . . . : /