No One Messes With Grandma
Tuesday was the day that Saturn came crashing down out of the sky.
She fell with a plunk, many people thought they were going to die.
She got smaller and smaller, until she fell with a tiny little plink.
Saturn fell in my grandmother’s dark room, into her photogenic sink.
We grandkids asked Grams, should we share Saturn's plight?
Gram yelled. This is a dark room. Do not turn on that light!
Saturn spoke to us, using extraterrestrial telepathy.
She ate short bread cookies, and some of Grandma’s dandelion tea.
We kids do not keep secrets, so I guess you know bye and bye.
FBI came and began searching for Saturn. Grams said it was a lie.
Now two FBI agents are locked in basement – Pete and Old McSly.
Because Grams said if Mr. Lee turned on the light, he was gonna die.
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