Busting With News

While watching some tennis, my telephone rang; My grandson was busting with news. My son asked, “You watching the Open?” I was, But a phone call I couldn’t refuse. I heard the instructions, “Now Henry, don’t tell, ‘Cause Nana is watching the match.” He solemnly promised and got on the phone With a message he had to dispatch. “Your favorite, Nadal, was a loser today!” I heard my son’s “Henry!” and laughed. From anyone else, I might grumble a bit About spoilers and getting the shaft. But some slack can be cut when a grandchild’s involved And in truth, Rafa’s playing was poor; Plus, what better way is there to get some bad news Than from someone you simply adore?