Come Closer

Endicott Road

Guess where this story came from?

(c) 2012 T.A.Beckett

I really don’t like your grandmother.
Those teeth, that nose
And that nasty disposition.
Keeps givin’ me that hungry eye
And that awkward proposition.

“Come closer, much closer,
Come a little closer to me.
Come closer, much closer,
Come closer and let me see

How young and tender you might be.
Come closer, a little closer to me.”

She seems to want to chase me around the bed.
Can’t say that I would go for that.
Licks her lips and stares at me.
Are those her ears under her hat?