Her breath like rotting eggs
Stirred with a fish two weeks dead
Into chewable milk
Each kiss inhaling my face
As her teeth grin tauntingly
Safe inside their glass of water.
She forces second
Third
Fourth helpings
Of liver
Cabbage
And cookies hard as diamonds
And every bit as tasty
And the prunes!
Prunes sneaked into my ice cream
Prunes hidden in my hot chocolate
(Whoever heard of black marshmallows, anyway?)
Grape juice replaced with prune juice
Prunes, prunes, prunes, prunes, prunes!
Every sneeze must mean I'm deathly ill
Each slight shiver receives itchy wool sweaters
Layer upon layer upon layer
Until they fill with sweat like sponges
And then it must mean I'm burning up with a fever.
A smudge of ink on my face
Merits her bony thumb
Slick with her fresh saliva
Scrubbed across my face
Until I glow like the Christmas lights
And smell as rancid as her breath.
And what is it with grandparents and pinching?!
My cheeks hurt
When I go to bed at night.
Will you please keep your fingers
Away from my behind?
And I have plenty of meat on my bones
Thank you very much
WILL YOU PLEASE
STOP WITH THE PINCHING?!
And if I find one more prune
Under my pillow
I
Will
SCREAM!
Author notes
yeah this isn't entirely true... although my nana is obsessed with prunes and pinching and food and sweaters, she's not this bad... the poem i commented on was Happy HoliDaze by DawnBaby... so yeah. Enjoy.
Written November 3rd, 2005
A contest entry
- Holidays? Yuck! [Contest] by Pookiebubu.
300 points, ended December 26, 2005, 7 entries
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This poem was cute, although a bit too vivid at the beginning! I had a grandma like that, one that had a distinct smell and loved to feed me food that only someone her age could love! She never pinched me on the cheek, but she did have these annoying words of wisdom that would make you puke. I miss that old lady! Regardless of her "set-in-her-way" habits, she really did love me. Thank you for your entry, and good luck!
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really cute poem Psych...Even my own mom who is a grandmother has a lot of these traits! Sort of an offbeat version of that "over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house we go" song...Enjoyed the read very much!
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LOL wow! Thank God my grandma's aren't like this!! They don't pinch, they don't eat prunes (at least not that I know of?? LOL) and thank God they do Not smell like fish!
Now my one grandma tried to make me eat liver and beets LOL. Anyway great write it definatly brought a smile to my face. God bless, ~Angel~
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Very good keep it up
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Hehe this was very humorous ther first time I read it :-D.
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