Snuff Puff Fluff Stuff
The day he could not find his snuff
Grandpa got out his iron cuff
Grandma brought him an omelet puff
Delightful, cheesy, with some fluff
I do not want to be so gruff,
Grandpa said in kind of a bluff.
But I have truly had enough
Of grandchildren taking all my stuff.
Grandma put down her foxy ****
Patted his hands. They were so rough.
I do not blame you for your huff.
Babysitting is rather tough.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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