My Nan’s Birthday Poem

In this room is a Grandmother,

superior to any other.

Seventy years of age is she,

though looking more like twenty-three.

The secret to her youthful glow,

is Tuesday’s keep fit class, you know.

Her Benfleet home immaculately neat,

(as long as the dogs wipe their feet)

you’re always welcome to visit,

“Tea? Milk, one sugar is it?”

Impossible to get thinner,

as she’ll always cook you dinner,

banana loaf, shortbread or cake.

She does love to cook and to bake.

Her secret to a happy marriage,

to buy her husband a large garage,

lock him away with his train set,

50 years of quiet you should get.

So raise your glasses and shout hear, hear,

to celebrate her 70th year.

Happy Birthday Enid, Mum or Nan!

Love from Amelie, your biggest fan.

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