Granny Smiths apples.....

"Through every nook and every cranny...
The wind blew in on poor old Granny..
Around her knees.. into each ear..
And up nose as well.. i fear.

All through the night the wind grew worse...
It nearly made the vicar curse..
The top had fallen off the steeple..
Just missing him.. and other people.

It blew on man.. it blew on beast...
It blew on nun.. it blew on priest..
It blew the wig of Auntie Fanny..
But most of all.. it blew on Granny!"............. Spike Milligan.

I showed my pal Mike this photo of crab apples i took today.. and said i needed an Autumnal poem.. did he have any suggestions?.. he said maybe Spike has written poems about crab apples or Granny Smiths.. so as i looked thru' Spikes poems, i came accross this one about a Granny.. which made me laugh.. so really just an excuse to pop it in.. hope you like it!