Granny Doris Lives On
Granny Doris Lives On
“There’s no such thing as rain in Tintagel”.
That’s what my Granny Doris says.
“It’s always lovely weather
For grabbing a bag of pegs”.
She ‘heave-ho’s’ wet laundry
Into a basket wide,
Then tugs and grumbles
To drag it all outside.
There’s no such thing as rain in Tintagel
Enough to stop my Gran
From hanging out the laundry
With her wrinkly little hands.
Even when it was raining-
And obviously that was rare-
She’d say “That drizzle’ll blow over”:
Laundry was her only care.
All was calm, all was bright,
Until Colin came to visit one night.
Colin was a hurricane
Of gargantuan force,
Sweeping across from America
Wreaking havoc and making a mess.
But poor Granny Doris,
Intent on pegging out,
Didn’t listen to the news
And had no clue about:
Colin the destroyer,
Colin the big, bad storm.
He’d blown the fence over
And was ready for so much more.
We drove against the storm
To reach her on Atlantic Way,
But as we opened the garden gate
Socks, knickers and tights flew our way.
Colin lifted Doris up in the air
By billowing up her skirt.
She waved a sheet which then unfurled,
And blew her up further.
Her little legs dangled
As Colin swept her off.
He took her out to sea
And we’ve still not found her yet.
They searched for days for Doris
But find her, they never did.
They only recovered her peg bag,
But not a single peg.
Then, days later, Mum
Turned on the radio.
The weather was announcing
Another storm to come.
And this is how I know
That there’s life after death,
‘Cos STORM DORIS was on her way-
The biggest hurricane yet!
copyright Emily Joshua
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