Loving Little Grace
Grace was full of joy, happiness, frolicking with mirth.
Could hotfoot it across a ballroom in spite of her girth.
Her tomfoolery had us in stitches most of the time.
I believe she said she weighed four hundred and nine.
Some people were turned off by her corpulent face.
I was not one of them, I adored our friend, Little Grace.
She brought so many stories to the table, all of them great.
A fabulous guest, she never stayed too long or too late.
Little Grace is coming! I would tell the kids. Hide your dolls.
She loved to paint moustaches on them and take off their falls
Don’t get me wrong, the children adored Little Grace too.
Animated and enthusiastic, she always knew what to say and do.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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