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JOSIE'S POEMS
Our Granny’s got a Henry –
Not a Billy or a Jim.
Though Henry likes to move around,
He cannot run or swim.
He sits quietly in his corner
With a grin upon his face,
But sometimes Henry’s taken out
To see another place.
He’s taken on a tour you see,
Of places in her home,
But Henry’s kept upon his lead
And cannot freely roam.
His appetite’s enormous.
He grabbed Granny by the arm,
But as his mouth was rather small
She didn’t come to harm.
We laugh and laugh as Henry glides
Around with little fuss.
He gobbles things from Granny’s floor
But sometimes turns on us!
HELP!!!!
Now we haven’t got a Henry
So we always say to Gran:
Please send our love to Henry.
Say: 'We'll visit when we can!'
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Copyright on all my poems
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NOTE: My grandson, Daniel, was frightened by the sound of his mother's vacuum cleaner even before he was born, I'm told. He was even more frightened when he heard it after he was born. When he was 3 years of age and visited us one day, we introduced him to our Henry, which he thought was lots of fun. Yes, he was a bit frightened by the noise Henry made, but when he discovered the fun of pretending that Henry was trying to eat us, he found that he loved this particular sweeper, and I wrote this poem especially for him. How he laughed when I read it to him. Josie
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