My Granddad is an awful tease.
He rubs cream on his knobbly knees,
Says ice cream’s good for double chins,
And chips do wonders for your grin.
He buys us chocolates, pushes swings.
Kicks the football, sometimes sings.
He makes rude faces – noises too,
And tells us stories that aren’t true.
He mends things when they're broken . . . and
I think that you will understand,
To me he is my light and joy –
A best friend to this little boy.