Give Me Back My Grandma Poem by Manonton Dalan

my grand ma is a rocker too

i love my grandma cooking in the afternoon
i always wait for her, hoping she comes soon
i used to show off singing my kindergarten songs
sometimes i make it up and forgot where it belongs
it’s okay with her, i guess she got my whole attention
i can’t complain tasty spaghetti keep me in motion

one day there was this puny dude jumping on yotube
my brother said “ an energizer full of crystal cubes”
i can’t hardly understand what’s he’s trying to say
but i love the drums, the guitars, that’s fine with me
i ran around screaming, out of control with my air guitar
i got scolding and spanking; i spend time down the cellar

then my grandma got a call from sunny california
about this puny dude rocking creating insomnia
her friends are into it, her boss caught the bug; oh! mama
my mama said “ my grandma was budding in eighties”
i got the shirt and i got the cd but i miss my spaghetties
my grandma is rocking now, how could i stop her fancies