My Granddad's an Alien

I wrote a poem 'cos I'm cool like that.

My Granddad’s an Alien

He’s as tall as the sky

And as fat as the moon.

He’s got a great big nose

And four eyes just in case.

His teeth might look scary

But please don’t you worry,

He doesn’t eat people,

Just chairs and a table.

My Granddad’s an alien

Is yours not one too?

His feet are all hairy

They are big like a giant’s.

He’s as green as the grass

When he’s not feeling blue.

For my Granddad is sad

As he's covered in boils

From his head to his toe.

And my friends they all sing

“Your Granddad’s an alien

He’s not like you or me.”

But I want to tell them,

To sing in their faces,

“My Granddad is smelly

And farts all the time.

He blames it on Grandma

Or me and the dog

The farting is never

From my Granddad himself”

The truth about Granddad?

I’ll tell you a secret.

He may be an alien,

But that doesn’t mean

He's not like your Granddad.

He’s just as old and he's just as deaf.

My Granddad’s an alien

Is yours not one too?

Katie Shuster