Wednesday’s Words on a Friday

This meme supplies prompts as a means to encourage people to write. The words for this week have been supplied by Elephant’s Child and can be found here.

 

Grandmama, on holiday,

Visited a gallery.

Art, she said, was not for her,

What she really would prefer

Would be to purchase a machine

That stitched a perfect winter scene

To hang upon her bedroom wall,

Or even in her entrance hall.

 

Her grandson, ruthless brain at work,

Thought he’d found the perfect perk;

He’d build the system very cheap,

(But make his pricing very steep

To fleece his Grandma of her wealth

And then, by steps, her wits and health)

As he started plans in motion,

Grandmama perceived his notion.

 

She raised her hand, said, ‘Thank you, dear,

It strikes me it would be quite drear

To look at winter all the year.

I’ll buy instead a moving frame,

Digital is I think its name,

Then no two days will be the same.

Duplicity is the road to Hell.’

She smiled, he frowned, they said ‘Farewell.’