Let gramma play with you.
Snap, crackle, pop
Oh, no I can't stop!
The grass ate my lunch.
Clap, clap... whoopie!
Grams, you're still fun to me.
Prompt inspirations: Poet's United Thursday Think Tank (grass) and Poetry Jam (life at 67)
Green grass and red jam seem to have mixed well today! LOL
Grass for lunch... what a delight!
great fun. We Grandmas have our uses!
malapropism explosion! nice LK!
Laurie, a delightful poem! The onomatopoeia and the jam and the mess and oh, how she loves her Gram! Amy
This grammy is sitting here laughing. good one.
fun and delightful.. i look forward to having little angels in the future~
Thanks... I look forward to it, too. But first I must get my kids raised.
It is a fun poem, given a very nice treatment. Great!
Fun and playful, the way the green velvet carpet, should be~
Cartwheels are the perfect use for grass . . . well, that and a Slip and Slide.
What a perfect juxaposition of age and youth! The second childhood comes alive!
Hmm - I'm ALREADY snap, crackle & popping :)
Go Grammy go! Love the spry feeling of this, Laurie!
Whimsical and fun--great job!
Lovely, Laurie! I am one of those 'fun grandmas,' and I enjoy it immensely.
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