Not Too Much Showing Off Grandma
Not too much showing off, now grandma.
I smile, showing my gold tooth.
He knows he is in trouble, but his mother could not be shrunk.
Not open minded enough, I imagine.
The science fair starts three minutes late.
This irritates me, for my I-phone could also not be shrunk
So here I sit, waiting.
HEY! Look at this little person! A shrill voice yells.
I jump off my toadstool and begin to dance.
Flinging my arms, hopping around on my rooster legs.
I am in full swing now, for there is a crowd.
My grandson picks up my containment jar and takes us to the back.
My fans are loudly protesting.
I said you have to calm down, he told me sternly.
The teacher is irritated because everyone is at this booth.
The other kids are jealous and angry with me too.
I sit and behave myself, and the crowd starts to leave.
There is only one sad looking four year old left.
I put on my tiara and pink glitzy feathered boa begin to dance.
He should not have chosen THIS grandma if he wanted good behavior.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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