Grandmother Blues

Awoke on a snowy summer morning,

A nightmare responsible.

Visions of Christ and balloons.

Took a bath,

thought of painting my walls,

yellow I decided.

Acrylic paint tubes, all empty.

'Use green instead',

a voice in my head said.

'May the force be with you',

was my swift reply.

A box of crayons, my eyes landed on.

Searched a bit, till I found yellow.

Bright like the sun, it shone.

Went straight to the walls,

And like a 3 year's child,

I began.

Too tiring, I concluded.

Time to call granny,

she'd be pretty lonely,

Took a while, to get here,

she did.

She rang the bell.

Greeted with a pistol and crayons.

The pistols where from last night.

An encounter with flying ninjas,

I'd rather not remember.

Told her what to do, I did.

An hour passed by along with two walls.

'I can't take it anymore', she said.

Teach her a lesson I had to,

A few rounds into her legs.

Right or left, I cannot recall.

Obedience followed.

A bit of blood,

Never hurt anybody did it?