Tumbling Granny

Flipping around

Scared of nothing

Not even the ground

Feet flopping about

She did lots of flips

If she knew you were looking

She also did splits

Her hands held up high

She ran down the hill

At an olympic speed

To show us her skill

She ran too fast,

The hill to steep

Her single steps

Looked more like leaps

But tumbling granny

Never fails

She muscled up

Tough as nails

Her arms straight ahead

and a smile on her face

“Woohoo!” she said!

As she ran her own race!

I few good cartwheels

Got her going

“Look at Granny!

She’s still rolling!”

She rolled a mile

Then rolled two more

Right down the road

And past the store

We ran behind her

Keeping pace

It felt more like

A game of chase

Tumling Granny laughed

And giggled

Her old lady belly

Started to jiggle

As she rolled up a hill

She came to a stop

Just a few feet

Before reaching the top

She cheered at her venture

“What a fun way to roam!

I think I’ll do it again

All the way home!”