Posted in Grandparents, Poem of the Day

My Grandson, Sam (a poem)

I made my grandson hot cocoa
To warm him from top to toes.
He took a sip
And burnt his lip,
The froth came out his nose!

My grandson loves climbing the plum tree
I call him Super Sam.
We eat all the plums
‘Til we get sore tums
And start pooping out purple plum jam!

Some days we play at the seaside
Sammy off chasing a bird.
Too late to go…
“LOOK OUT BELOW!”
My ice-cream covered in turd!

I love my grandson, Sammy
So sweetly he squeals with glee.
We stole Grandma’s hat
To put on the cat
She sent us to bed without tea!

by Jimbo Loveworthy (‘Grandpa Bo’), age 89

Just begging for trouble!

HAPPY CARING!

Cheers,
Dollie

Author:

Dollie Dogood: Professional Carer & Elder Enthusiast. Assisting older adults to remain living happily ever after in their own homes - DIGNITY INTACT. Jotting down the good bits.

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