Welcome To Nana Mimsy Poetry and Humor
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The Gift
By Mary Shattuck
Teresa: Grandma, let’s sing a song,
A ping-pong song.
You be the Ping and I’ll be the Pong.
Sing, song; ping, pong; ding, dong
Grandma: Since you’re only five,
And I’m Fifty-two
And I’ve been around
Much longer than you,
You should be ping
Just learning to sing.
Life’s just beginning
And ping rhymes with spring.
I’ve sung my song
forever so long,
I can be pong.
Isn’t it fun
Singing in rhyme?
Younger and older
Sharing a time?
Let’s sing together,
The stone and the feather…
Ping and pong sing a song, swing along…
Teresa: Wait, Grandma.
You can be ping if you really want to. I don’t mind.
Food For Thought
By Tina Pfadenhauer
I just runneth over my cup.
So this morning I guess I must sup.
Then tonight I will dine on breakfast at nine
And have dinner when I get up.
I’ll build all my castles in air
Using round plates and meals square.
And schemes will have I of pies in the sky
So no other dreams will compare.
The brunch in the night I won’t see
But by dawn’s early light, we’ll have tea
The breaking of bread brings clouds to my head
As I taste, all the visions fly free
