GRANNY'S PANTRY

My Granny has a room called a pantry,

With shelves full of packets and jars.

It’s got enough food and drink stored there,

To last the long journey to Mars!

The last time I stayed overnight there,

Lying warm and tucked up in my bed.

The sounds of shrill voices and singing,

Buzzed round and around in my head.

I sat up and thought I was dreaming,

But the noises were real, that was clear.

So I decided to investigate further,

And see what it was I could hear.

I tiptoed down into the kitchen,

A light shone ‘neath the old pantry door.

I opened it just a wee fraction,

And couldn’t believe what I saw!

The jam jars were doing a foxtrot,

The cornflakes were dancing a jig.

The coke cans were playing a calypso.

An orange spun round with a fig!

It seemed like the whole house was jumping,

When I thought I heard somebody call.

Then it was quiet again in the pantry,

It was maybe a dream after all!

I turned and saw Granny behind me,

Her eyes twinkled with a magical glow.

She asked me to keep it a secret,

So please don’t let on that you know!!

©             David Anderson