To Nanna's House I Go
Grandma : Hello. Is it you sunny, speak up I can't hear you
Grandson: Yes nanna its me. I am calling you from my car
Grandma: You are talking and driving, how is that possible
Grandson: I am using blue tooth nanna, so its ok,
Grandma: You're eating, driving and you have a blue tooth
(young people today, never heard of a dentist I tell ya !)
Grandson: I'm working on my book nanna, hired a ghost writer
(Dear God, he talks to ghosts like his late Uncle Georgio)
Grandma: You know your Uncle used to talk to fruit and now, you!
Grandson: No nanna I don't talk to fruit, he's my side kick
Grandma: Gian Carlo, when are you gonna toughen up
(he gets kicked in the ass by a ghost, shame shame )
Grandson : nanna I found him on twitter and he's not a hitter
Grandma: he chirps like a bird, so when are you coming
Grandson: look out your window nanna, I'm here
Grandma: Oh My is that really you Sunny, did you fly here?
Grandson: yes nanna I a here and I'm not a hologram,
Grandma: what ? ham ? I didn't make ham I made meatballs !
(wish he'd shut off that dam machine and just come in. )
The End.
Feb 19, 2021
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