"Have you taken your food?"

Roared grandma so stiff

I sank into the floor

Tired and miffed

When I go out, her hand is glued to my face,

Of course with some food in it

When I come back, I find a full plate

Grandma waiting to make me fit

"Just one more spoon," she tells with a smile

But I end up having four

Why are grandma's like this?

Always ready for more