Nanna is a Yodeller
Nanna is a Yodeller
My nanna she could yodel it was her special turn.
When she went out for a drink to yodel she would yearn.
She never travelled very far,
only to where she could reach by car.
The Alps was far out of her reach,
her yodelling for to teach
Instead she went up to the school,
to teach them yodelling as a tool.
The local sheep just stood and stared,
when at first the yodelling they heard.
Soon enough they understood.
That they should move as quickly as they could.
At the agricultural college,
they decided to increase their knowledge.
Off to Switzerland they all flew,
so that they could learn to yodel too.
© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw
P.S. My nanna did yodel.
Big Sal
Sun 19th Aug 2018 16:18
My grandma likes to tell stories. What a piece of remembrance Taylor, it has humor, nostalgia, and happiness all wrapped in one. I like how your pieces resonate - even if it is subtly - with a hint of happiness at every corner. Makes reading them that much more enjoyable.