Grandma's In Curlers

I woke up this morning
And saw the most horrible sight,
Grandma had curlers in her hair
I had a terrible fright.

I have never seen
My grandmother in curlers before,
I tried to run away
But she quickly slammed the door.

"Come 'er," she said
"And give granny a kiss,"
I just stood and shook my head
I wasn't going to miss this.

She had forgotten
To put her false teeth in,
I tried not to laugh
But, I did however, stare with a grin.

She took out her curlers
A big smile, then I wore,
She had brushed her hair nice and neat
Now, this is the grandma, I adore.

She still forgot her teeth
Which looked rather funny,
How is she supposed to eat, using her gums?
Her food would have to be rather runny.

I hope I never have to wake
To this nightmare again,
Seeing grandma in curlers
I'd have to keep her away from grandpa then.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.16/2006
This is fiction. I've seen my grandmother in curlers before, but it never seemed to freak me out. LOL

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