My Grandma Dot

Just something I wrote for a competition - my eccentric grandma

My grandma Dot,

She’s a silly old thing,

An’ every morning,

She likes to sing.

It’s not that bad,

If you like the sound,

Of nails on chalkboard,

Dragged to the ground.

 

My Grandma Dot,

She’s a funny girl,

In her purple gown,

She gives me a whirl.

It’s not that bad,

But it has big yellow spots,

She made it herself,

Covered in polka dots.

 

My Grandma Dot,

She’s getting a bit old,

But she’s still out in bikinis,

When it’s freezing cold.

It’s not that bad,

But she shakes her hips,

‘Cause she likes to dance,

And purse her lips.

 

My grandma Dot,

Can’t dance anymore,

She’s laid in bed,

And she’s very sore.

It’s not that bad,

But she looks so weak,

She holds me close,

And kisses my cheek.

 

My grandma Dot,

She was great,

But she’s up with Granddad,

He’s had to wait.

It’s not that bad,

‘Cause now I have to be,

Like Grandma Dot,

Just wait and see.

Reviews

[Sam Cambell]

Good job. Silly at first, until it gets serious toward the end. I like it a lot and even though it doesn't quite meet all the contest requirements (I'm thinking I probably wasn't clear with the directions), so far you're the only contestant so you might end up winning :D. Good write.

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personable and charming, I had an aunt like this, brings back lovely memories.