My grandma was a widow gal,
petite and old but spry.
Another widow lived next door
who really loved to spy.
I'll call my grandma Tillie;
the other I'll call Sue,
and now, except for changing names,
this tale, I swear, is true.
The water master came one eve
all dressed in suit and tie
and parked there by my grandma's house
and then went walking by,
Sue's vision, though, was partly blocked
by bushes and some trees.
She thought the man went in the house
and thought "Atrocities! "
She watched and waited for some time,
but saw the man no more.
She wearied and she went to bed
and soon began to snore.
The water master then came back
from checking the canal,
got in the car and drove away
(he was my father's pal) .
Then bright and early he came back
to check on things again.
Old Sue had not arisen yet,
so didn't see him then.
When she awoke, there was his car
still parked in that same spot!
The man appeared and drove away;
she went there at a trot!
"Tillie." she cried, "What's wrong with you?
What will the neighbors think? "
"Oh, Sue, " said Grandma, I don't care
if they should cause a stink! "
"It's my life, let me live it now,
and stay out of my way!
You'd do the same, given the chance
you'd take it, any day! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem