Relative Wealth Poem by Mary Champion

Grandma and Grandpa are getting old.
Mummy says they want a new house.
I am helping find one
because they are very kind old people.
On the way to school
we pass a house shop.

I show Mummy.
'Let us find a house for Grandma and Grandpa! '
There are lots of house pictures in the window.
I find a nice house.
I would like it.
'Too big! ' says Mummy,
'Too much money! '

But I know Grandma and Grandpa are rich.
They buy me lots of treats.
They let me do exciting things
that Mummy and Daddy say are too much money.

'Not that rich! ' says Mummy.
'They can afford one small grandson,
but not a 3 million pound mansion.'