Tumble-dee-do
Let gramma play with you.
Snap, crackle, pop
Oh, no I can't stop!
Kabam, crunch-crunch
The grass ate my lunch.
Clap, clap... whoopie!
Grams, you're still fun to me.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspirations: Poet's United Thursday Think Tank (grass) and Poetry Jam (life at 67)
