PLAYING WITH GRANDMA.

PLAYING WITH GRANDMA.

I love my slumber parties,
Grand daughters come to stay.
But they seem to think that Grandma
Is a toy with which to play!

They bring along some products
For their face and nails and hair,
And set up little salons
In the house - oh, everywhere!

My nails are bright and shiny,
The colour really glows,
And I think they've stuck a little star
On each of my ten toes!

Then one of them got daring
And produced a tub of goo,
"Let's wax Gran's legs for her right now,"
"To see what she will do!"

I clenched my teeth and bit my tongue
Determined not to shout.
I'd show these little darlings
Just what bravery's all about!

The wax applied, the strips in place
Then ZIP - I smiled so sweet.
Then raced into the bathroom
And collapsed upon the seat!

I should have known they had a plan
When I heard the whispers there,
And they offered so politely
To wash and set my hair!

The washing, rinsing, drying,
Giggles, chuckles, untold glee!
Then I looked into the mirror -
Oh my goodness! Wasn't me!

My hair is not exactly red.
It's a sort of browny-gold.
"Without your grey-white hair dear Gran"
"You'll never look so old!"

Why do I let them do it?
These shocking things, to me?
(Well, secretly, I love it,
And I love their company!)


How long does it take hair dye to grow out?
And can I borrow a scarf from someone, please?