Granny keeps telling stories
Of how she used to go
Walking in the pouring rain
And playing in the snow.
She talks of things called flowers.
She says they had nice smells.
(Sometimes she sounds convincing,
The crazy fibs she tells!)
She says that lakes and rivers
Were once all clean and pure,
But I don´t believe a word,
I´ve heard it all before.
Poor Gran can be quite dotty -
You want to see Mum frown
When she tries to get outside
Even though it´s poisoning down.
Brian Patten