Joe Bloggs

Visitation rights - extended version

Poor grandmamma was terrified.
"They're going to visit me!" she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
The Bloggs visited her on Saturday night.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And she cried, "Enough's Enough".
You come but twice a year,
And yet you expect me to supply you with meat and beer?"
"We love you Grandma. We love you dearly.
We'd come more often. If we could. We would. Really.
But come now, hurry up dear.
You know why we're really here."
The old girl smiled, one eyelid flickers.
She whipped her purse out from her knickers.
The children got their otoshidama money.
The parents got the bill. It wasn't funny.
But all ended well and in festive cheer.
When Grandmamma brought out the blessed beer.
"We'll come again soon." "You promise?" "We do.
But next time we want meat, beer, sushi and ... a heater too!"

With apologies to Roald Dahl.