Story Time With Granny

Why can't my granny tell sweet fairy tales?

I used to envy those kids with sweet grannies.
Who’d spend summer’s lazing all day in their jammies.
They’d brag about evenings when story time came.
The yarns they would hear then, so happy and tame.

She’d rock in her chair with her knitting needles,
and paint happy tales with mermaids and seagulls.
The normal kids bragged that when they started to doze
She’d tuck them in tight from head down to toes.

Thing’s were quite different in my granny’s home.
I’d spend the days working my fingers to bone.
At evening’s arrival, fear had my heart drumming,
Wondering what gruesome fable was coming.

Her tales were so awful; the monsters so real,
Of misshapen demons searching to kill.
But the ones that I dreaded and hated the most,
Were of three-eyed aliens seeking children to roast.

Then one fateful day in search of a hammer,
I went to her barn and saw a Mars Lander.
Next I saw granny and gasped in surprise,
She was ripping off her old lady disguise.

She peeled off her face and three eyeballs popped out.
Those stories were true; I now had no doubt.
“I’m leaving for home now; my spaceships all packed.”
She said as she grabbed me, “but I’ll need a snack.”

Reviews

[BlueLagoon]

Haha! I like it! It was a funny and interesting poem about a subject I don't quite see too much of: grandmas. I see that you are especially talented in the creativity department due to the fact that you rhymed "needles" with "seagulls". I have never seen those two words ever rhymed with each but obviously it worked. That is good roundabout creativity! What was equally impressive was the way you created a flowing story about obscure subjects which had nothing to do with each other (Grandmas and Aliens) all while being limited by a rhyming scheme. Keep on using and experimenting with your creativity! I want to see how you use it to handle other styles of writing.