These funny Grandma Poems remind us how we find ourselves chuckling at our grandma's quirky antics? If your answer is more times than I can count, then this set of funny grandma poems will leave you laughing.
Her peculiar quirks become our most cherished memories - whether she's unknowingly conducting an opera wearing her cooking pot as a hat or finding mysterious ways to goof up even the most straightforward tech gadgetry like smartphones.
These amusing verses bring out the inherent comedy in these everyday scenarios while simultaneously paying tribute to their incredible age-old wisdom.
Grandma in the kitchen, making apple pie,
Grins at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye.
Oops, there they go, her teeth on the floor,
I laugh until I cannot stand it anymore.
She's gumming on her apricot with quite a certain pride,
Smiling wide and toothless, no dentures to hide.
Funny grandma dear, you make us roar with glee,
The best part of our memories will always be with thee.
Grandma's Quirks
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
There's Grandma with her quirky ways,
A packrat storing stuff for days.
Extra toilet paper stacked on high,
Napkins too, she'll justify.
Laughs we share, her quirks a joy,
Ever frugal, her favorite ploy.
Oh dear Grandma, pure and bright,
Who keeps us rolling in delight.
Great Storyteller
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In a chair with a twinkle, sits Grandma so dear,
Telling stories we begged her never to smear.
Mischiefs and pranks once safely concealed,
Now to our parents, embarrassingly revealed!
Oh, the tales of cookies stolen, past bedtimes and more,
Our small naughty deeds she gleefully wore.
But amidst our blushes, in laughter we dwell,
For no one tells tales quite like Grandma herself!
Pajama Grandma
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
While snowflakes danced in winter's trance,
Grandma thought she wore fleece-lined pants.
Decked out head-to-toe in pajama flair,
She traipsed the aisles with an unknowing air.
A jest for the lenses and the talk of town,
In striped nightwear, she wore her crown.
Grandma, so chic, never was a bore,
Pajama queen of the grocery store.
Grandma's Memory
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Grandma's memory, quite a charm,
Misplacing glasses, causing alarm.
Oh, that dentist? He can wait!
That appointment was yesterday, mate.
"Dinner at seven?"— She denies,
But won't forget the apple pies!
Selective memory is the game,
Forgetting chores, but not her name!
Not Her Style
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Grandma grips her trusty old dial,
Smartphones, she says, aren't her style.
A phone that can browse? Oh, what a ruse,
She'd rather stick to delivering news.
Give me wires over WiFi!, she'd declare
No GPS! I'll get there if I dare.
Old school charm in a cellular world,
In grandma's hand, the cord still twirled.