I cannot believe just
how quiet it is,
There isn't a murmur in
here
Except for the beeps and
the tapping of keys
That come from my efforts
to cheer
Up my friends at the writers
group
So gather round, lend
me an ear.
My granddaughter came
for a weekend with me
(A rowdy young minx, you
should know)
And started to talk as
she walked in the door
About how the traffic
was slow
And how it cut into her
weekend with me,
And the school trip this
year's to Rotto.
She wanted to know what
we're having for tea,
'Oh sausages, yes I like
those!
But don't want those beans
'cos they're not from a tin.
They're green and incredibly
gross!
And Yuk! Mashed potatoes, why can't we have chips?
Please chip them, I like them
the most.'
'Can I cuddle the kitten,
oh isn't she sweet?
I know that she really
likes me
No, she's not really struggling,
she's wriggling for fun
She's happy to sit on
my knee,
And what did you do with
the other three kittens?
What? You gave them to strangers for free?'
'Can I use your computer?' was her next demand,
'I want to play games
for a while.'
Of course she could do
that, I'd get some relief
From her chatter, I thought
with a smile.
But more was to come as
she called through the door
'Is this thing called
a folder or file?'
It's bedtime at last, a sigh of relief
Some peace and some quiet
at last!
But 'I want to ring Mum
to tell her goodnight'
And she chatters from
ten till half past.
Then she finally falls
into bed and drops off,
And my sense of relief's
unsurpassed.
But then in the morning
I can't get her up.
I call her, she yells
out, 'I heard!'
She yawns over breakfast
and plays with her food
And won't speak so much
as a word.
After talking fast forward,
full volume last night,
The contrast is bloody
absurd!
Her grumpiness lasts until
lunchtime arrives.
She decides that she'll
finally speak.
Then she prattles so fast
that I can't understand
She might as well just
speak in Greek!
Then her Mum picks her
up and the silence descends,
Yes, I'm in for a quiet,
boring week!
