My Granny Named Smith
What is the date?
What is the time?
Why not sooner?
She says only in Fall, never in the summer
She says only in the Fall, never in the spring
She says only in the Fall, maybe in the winter
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain,
she’ll be comin’ round the mountain
Why doesn’t Granny come visit sooner?
Granny is the sweetest of the sour bunch
Hansel and Gretel don’t come close to understanding
Her flesh so white and crisp it snaps in the cold
Snapping, crunching, munching
Granny is grass green cut
Falling like a sickening shipmate
She is likely sick from her yearly descent
She doesn’t turn another shade
Consistent in her opinion, though not always favored
Is it time?
She gets cranky, getting cold, numbing neck
No cracking or snapping
Her skin still intact
Is Granny ready?
Can’t wait any longer
I’m eating Granny now!