When Grandma Drank the Koolaid
At play
one day
we saw
grandma.
We took
a look.
She’d made
kool-aid.
She sipped.
It dripped
onto
each shoe.
Dispose
of those!
Her dress -
a mess!
The stain -
her bane.
I guess
her dress
no doubt’s
thrown out.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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