This poem was inspired by a Nan. A humorous, deeply loving Nan with lovely stories, an always welcoming smile and a constant supply of sweets. The modern age provides a plethora of solutions for an ageing lady.
Do I look a wally
With this tartan shopping trolley?
No, it looks alright.
It’s a bit grannyish
Yeah but it gets you out
To get the food you talk about.
What’s that for?
It’s a claw
To pick things up off the floor
When your back
Won’t bend, but crack
Stops you lying there, flat
I’m not wearing that
What the heck!
Bit of chord ’round me neck.
It’s for your glasses,
why this pair has lasted
Longer than the other eight.
Well that’s just silly
A single, two footed slipper.
Yeah, you’re probably right about that.
