Next week is Grandma’s birthday.
I thought I’d buy a horse.
She loves a lot of creatures
She’d love this too, of course.
It turns out they’re expensive,
I had to change my mind,
But what I bought her’s BETTER,
I think that’s what you’ll find.
Next week is Grandma’s birthday,
At first I’d no idea.
But then—a thought just struck me—
I’ll buy her lots of beer!
Alas, she doesn’t drink it,
My thought was not so great.
Besides, I cannot buy it,
Because I’m only eight.
Next week is Grandma’s birthday
And though I am quite poor,
I tipped out my whole piggy bank
Onto my bedroom floor.
Eleven dollars fifty,
I counted it with glee,
So guess what I got Grandma?!
(Can you finish this poem? 😂😀😛)