“Gobble, gobble, gobble,”
Was all I had to say
When I was the turkey
In the school Thanksgiving play.
The Pilgrims and the Indians
Chased and overtook me
And, though I gobbled very loud,
In Act 11, they cooked me.
The Grandies by Elaine H. Leone
A whimsical and timeless collection of verses celebrating the joys of the grandparent-grandchild connection
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Grandy Says
Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme,
But most of these verses do.
Sometimes I sing as I write them.
You might want to sing them, too.
(The way it works with a Grandies rhyme,
you can change the tune almost every time.)
Sign Language
“Where are we, dear?
I don’t recognize this town.”
(We were out on Sunday
Just driving all around).
Noah said, “It’s Trash Can,”
And it made my mother smile.
“No kidding Mom, I saw the sign ...”
TRASH CAN 1/2 MILE
Many Happy Returns
You never have to be lonely
Or wonder what you can do.
If you can read, adventures
Lie ahead of you.
Read!
Oh, please do read, dear hearts,
Whenever you have a moment free,
And if you don’t want to read alone,
Come over and read with me.
I would love to have you.
That’s what Grandy says.
A Disappointing Zoo
Once we went to Kalamazoo
In Michigan, you know.
We rode in the car for hours and hours.
The trip seemed very slow.
So I dreamed of monkeys, chimpanzees
And imagined all the laughs,
But there were only aunts in Kalamazoo.
There were no giraffes.
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