The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Shooting His Granny

From early morning, to late at night,

He aimed his water pistol just right,

At his granny, when she came into sight.

He pulled the trigger of the gun

Squirting her, he thought it great fun.

Until one day, he was frozen in fear,

For facing him was his granny dear.

Her face grim, her eyes so mean,

This face never before seen.

In both her hands, like Machine Gun Kelly,

Were two, water pistols, at the ready.

She made it clear, it was now time to pay.

The force of the blast, would blow him away.

At first he couldn’t contain his surprise,

But then he saw the love in her eyes.