Chips for breakfast if you please,
Chocolate chips smothered in cheese–
No, pepper will not make me sneeze.
No, I cannot eat those peas!
I’d like to sing up in the trees;
Oh Grandma, I have skinned my knees.
Hey! I know my abc’s.
Oh, I made friends with bees
Buzzing gently in the breeze.
Grandma, may I have your keys?
Oh, how I love to tease.
Grandma, I need a squeeze.
I not tired, Grandma, geez!
More of this day I need to seize.
The sun is hiding behind those trees,
This moment, I know, you want to freeze.
~Grandma (Yes, little man, slow down, please.)
…and that’s the view from My Front Porch.