Dialogue poem about a grandmother who is bothered by the stares of her grandson.

“Why are you staring at me?

Are you plotting something nasty?

Are you planning for my demise?

Listen, Johnathan Edwards,

Stop your staring right now.

I’m uncomfortable.

I’m nervous.

Quit staring at me!

Oh, I see.

You are not staring at me at all.

You are staring at my sumptuous, heavenly, chocolate cake.

Yes, I made it myself.

It’s ever so inviting.

Go ahead and stare.

But in the end of the day,

It’s only for me to eat.

You may not…may not…

Oh, quit your sobbing.

Okay, you may have some too.”

“Thank you Grandmother.”

“You’re welcome.”

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  • momofplenty on Jun 21, 2012

    Aha! Adorable… very witty. :)

  • Chris Bailie on Jun 21, 2012

    Great poem, fantastic, thank you for sharing.

  • Eldridge on Jun 21, 2012

    haha!

  • jennjihyun on Jun 21, 2012

    For a brief moment there I thought it would end like psycho! Hahaha. Humorous! :)

  • RemieRyan on Jun 22, 2012

    Haha! Very nice!!!

  • girishpuri on Jun 22, 2012

    nice

  • 8Shei8 on Jun 24, 2012

    aahh children! very funny here!

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