Grandparents
Grandma , I'm sorry but I'm bored
I just don't want to play out on my own
My mates have gone away
On their annual holiday
and I can't think of a single thing to do .
Darren , Please go down to the shop
Ask Hazel for an empty cardboard box
Bring it home to me
and after your Grandpa has had his tea
We'll see if we can find something to do .
The box is on the table but still I'm bored
I yawn and sigh and feel I'm being ignored
Grandpa has his pint pot of tea
but she walked straight past me
Now grandma is searching in the kitchen drawers .
With bent finger she beckons me to come
God , She gives me more jobs than my mum
Tea towels and sticky tape, marker pen and wooden spoons
Some old rags and a couple of happy birthday balloons
With the tea towels she made drapes
The box became a stage
Made fancy with happy birthday balloons
The marker pen in her hand
I began to understand
As she drew faces on those wooden spoons .
She dressed them in bits of rag
Tied with string from an old shopping bag
With twiglets she made a witches broom
She called grandpa from his tea
He walked in happily
and together took the stage into the living room.
TheY put on a show. On broadway it should go
Every time grandpa made that farting noise
This happy little boy
Laughed until I thought that I would die
Now I'm not bored on my own
but I don't want to go home
Grandma and grandpa are the reason why.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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