Upon her allotment Kate did grow
The most enormous green marrow.
For Grandad Michael had once said
“I fancy a nice marrow before I’m dead”

The day had come it was ready to pick
Very long, with a girth that was thick.
We took it round for them to see
Grandma stared with a face of glee.

I think the thought inside her head
Was, I want to take this thing to bed.
But before that time she wanted to know,
Where abouts the batteries go.

Grandad Michael was getting cross
This marrow was his and he is boss.
“I’m having this for Sunday dinner”
So he gave her a courgette, as that was thinner!