Cooking for Grandma

The most corny and purposeless poem ever writen.

Cooking for grandma

Ice in the freezer, milk in the fridge
Don’t know what I'm doing so I will ask the wiz

Mixing bowls, stirring spoons
Grandma’s coming so I need those prunes.

I’ll look in the cookbook to see what I find.
It might look nasty, but, hey Grandma’s blind.

Flour here, sugar there
This is too hard, I do solemnly swear.

I tasted my work to see what I found.
My dear old Grandma will be "heaven bound".

Oh my Gosh!! What do I do??
I can’t feed her this or Grandma will sue!!

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