Little Lollipop Poem by Eberechukwu Emmanuel

Hello Grandpa! Spunky Grandpa! Can you see me?
The little voice whispered from behind -
with it's shadow running about -
like that of a funny bunny -
curious of his master's kitchen.

Come play! Come play!
Grandpa come play with me -
the little voice said -
shouting and jumping -
as though she was from the movies.
'Oh, my sweet lollipop -
Grandpa is with a whisk, a saucepan -
preparing a delish lunch.
You do know the rumbling man won't sit quiet -
else it's fed.' Sweet lollipop giggled.

Come on Grandpa! The rumbling man can wait, can't he? '
'Just a minute or two, or the three and twenty minute. We won't use up all the thirty minute, no! I meant, the three and twenty minute. She chortled at her own pun.'
'Alright, my lollipop. A minute and two seconds, I plea with thee. To clean up this eggshells bestrewn on the cabinet.'

'Okey-dokey! Grandpa. I shall sort a place to hide, that you might root me out.'
'Certainly! Certainly! I oblige, My sweet little lollipop.
I'm coming to play, tickle-tickle and tickle you.'
'Little lollipop laughed out loud.'