Grandma's big brownies

Grandma's big brownies

O school bell,
still reluctant to sound,
Do blast your trumpet,
and we'll be homeward bound...
Please ring, sing the tune of the end of the day,
do release us, don't tease us
do send us our way,
and let us play and stray
and sprawl across our lawns,
all the way to grandma's house
where the brownies are found.

Please Mr. School bell
It's so cumbersome to wait
as we visualize dense brownies
displayed across our plate...
What do you say O' school bell?
What is your answer?


And what do you know,
that Old bell pelts.
Yes, Mr. Bell with us has kindly dealt.

Our murmurings have ceased,
our way is mapped,
we see those brownies
splayed across our lap.

The cement was smoked
as we scurried, scrambled, poked
through the crowd,
over the fence,
across the lawn,
through the door,
all the way to grandma's house
where the brownies are found.
our tummies entranced,
and it all made sense,
it was all for grandma's
great big brownies.






From the Sunday Whirl word prompt