“Grandma’s Stew” by Ron Marsh

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Sometimes I visit grandma,

And ofter stay for dinner

She always has an Irish Stew

But it is not a winner.


It has sweet potato and turnip

And awful parsnips too

These are things I do not like

To tell you of a few.


I wish she had a roast like mum’s

Now that is quite a treat

With proper roasted vegetables

And the very best of meat.


But grandma does her very best

She’s set in all her ways

She’s made stew for fifty years

And twenty seven days.


I know for we sat down one night

With almanacs and such

She worked it out, she is so bright

She hasn’t lost her touch.

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