Cookies In Her Trunk Poem by Madrason .

Grandma is drunk
she counted them a thousand times
the cookies in her trunk.

Nobody of her family
seems to have remembered their
grandma's anniversary.

Grandma's a though cookie
all by herself
a rough rookie.

Grandma she is sick
she hasn't eaten anything
for the entire week.

grandma is forgotten
let down by her own
now she lies there all alone
rotten in her gown.

Grandma knows
that's the way a cookie crumbles
or just the way it goes.

Grandma is drunk
she counted them a thousand times
those cookies in her trunk.

Madrason june 2013