A holiday letter to family and friends.
I must tell you all, poor dear old Granny
did find a kitten with an extra toe.
It attacked, and bit her in the fanny.
She’s now the butt of jokes from cousin Schmoe.
An unexpected visit from old friends
did nothing to stop Schmoe from joking more.
The meanness does not justify the ends;
old Granny looks alive at eighty four.
Despite that, dear old Granny had bad luck;
the apple cider went bad overnight.
Then Schmoe arrived in rusted pickup truck,
and acted like an ass in grinned delight.
I cannot say my cousin has much tact;
he is a can of crude I must confess.
He finally retired from Trans Pact;
he graduated from college, no less!
Yet I think dear old Granny will prevail,
and in the end, crude Schmoe will feel the pain.
I cannot wait to hear my cousin wail,
since I see Granny brandishing her cane.
—poor dear old Granny
—a kitten with an extra toe
—unexpected visit from old friends
—apple cider went bad
—he finally retired
—graduated from college