Long ago

An old fashioned poem

Grandma had a bed of feathers,
With room for lots of kids.
There we’d lie, all squished together
Squabble for space and poked in the ribs.

In her garden, Sweet William flowers,
An outside lavatory.
And Grandad watched his pigeons for hours.
Life seemed simple, and self explanatory.

Prompt write an old fashioned poem.