THE DILL THRILLED GRANNY

When I stepped upon the big, growing weed, called dill,

It was growing up on a sand and rocky, hill,

It stood in the hot sun,

It was the only one,

I took the dill home to granny; she got a thrill.

NANA PSYCHOLOGY

My landline,  nanna left off the hook,

My cellphone, my mean nanna had took,

I sat all alone,

With no friends on the phone,

And, decided to read my school book.