Grandparents

Grandma , I'm sorry but I'm bored I just don't want to play out on my own My mates have gone away On their annual holiday and I can't think of a single thing to do . Darren , Please go down to the shop Ask Hazel for an empty cardboard box Bring it home to me and after your Grandpa has had his tea We'll see if we can find something to do . The box is on the table but still I'm bored I yawn and sigh and feel I'm being ignored Grandpa has his pint pot of tea but she walked straight past me Now grandma is searching in the kitchen drawers . With bent finger she beckons me to come God , She gives me more jobs than my mum Tea towels and sticky tape, marker pen and wooden spoons Some old rags and a couple of happy birthday balloons With the tea towels she made drapes The box became a stage Made fancy with happy birthday balloons The marker pen in her hand I began to understand As she drew faces on those wooden spoons . She dressed them in bits of rag Tied with string from an old shopping bag With twiglets she made a witches broom She called grandpa from his tea He walked in happily and together took the stage into the living room. TheY put on a show. On broadway it should go Every time grandpa made that farting noise This happy little boy Laughed until I thought that I would die Now I'm not bored on my own but I don't want to go home Grandma and grandpa are the reason why.