I see many grannies and grandpas walking through the botanics with their grandchildren. I never did that myself as my gran and grandpa didn't live in Glasgow. But this is about them anyway. Maybe you could write a poem about your granny and grandpa;

I bet they'd love it.

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Granny and Grandpa

By Stewart Ennis

 

Granny’s getting fatter

but grandpa’s getting thinner,

even though they eat the same

for breakfast lunch and dinner.

        

         Grandpa’s ears are bigger

         but the rest of him is smaller;

         granny’s hair is lilac

         and it makes her look much taller.

 

Grandpa smells of oil and smoke,

of cut grass, tweed and leather;

Granny smells of macaroons,

of peppermints and heather.

       

           Granny walks quite slowly

          but  Grandpa walks much slower;

          Granny can’t see all that well,

          so Grandpa has to show her.

 

Granny calls my Grandpa Father

Grandpa calls her Mother;

both of them are almost deaf,

but they understand each other.