Poor Old Grandma

Pradnya Surve posted under Poetry



There was a loud sound Like a fire cracker burst underground  below the round mound  Grandma jumped out of her bed hearing the raucous raging at burglars invading her kitchen precious Grandma flung the swat thinking that it was a rat  who knocked kitchen containers flat Poor old Grandma could not sleep and she looked for rats who creep peering in the dark Grandma tries all means traps and swats and medicine wraps  to kill the rats in heaps. Dear old grandma who told us stories  and put us to sleep had to stay awake   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!