Eco granny

I am now an eco granny – having given up my van  and I’m now using public transport – complete with bus pass in hand. As I prepared to go out I could hear the wind howling. It reminded me of a poem by Spike Milligan, that I learnt many years ago. It still brings a smile to my face now, even more so because I am now a granny myself.

I googled it to remind myself and found it at Spike Milligan’s Page 

Granny

Through every nook and every cranny

The wind blew in on poor old granny

Around her knees, into each ear

(and up her nose as well I fear)

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All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!

Do you have favourite poems from childhood that you are prepared to share with us?