The Teasing Devil

She must be having sixth sense Or clairvoyance, My darling grandchild Anvi Comes like whirlwind from nowhere Whenever I just sit to write something near my PC. My goodness! She is such a devilish nymph. Her two little hands suddenly become ten Snatching the mouse from my hands with one Tucking my hand under her arm with the second, Starts typing on the keyboard with the third. Suddenly, she piggy-backs me And careening over my shoulder Leans over the keyboard to type randomly. If I try to stop her catching with both hands She suddenly slides over the other shoulder And lands her two big toes on the keyboard to type. When I get angry, she melts me in a trice With that enchanting smile and her staccato giggle, Planting a kiss unawares on my cheek. Before I could recover from her charm She runs away to some corner with pen and paper And starts drawing figures, and explains showing, “Grand Pa, look, this is you and this is meeeeeeeeee.”