gramm's house has mango trees that never fail to attract people's attention

the mangos are fat and round and sweet smelling
and sweet and juicy despite the green, seemingly unripe skin

grampa's brother came by
and started to pick some magoes using this devise-thingy that grampa invited longlong time ago

and as i stood there in my PJs,
i cant help but started to miss grampa a lot a lot

and how much his brother looks just like him;
albeit a snow white version

i was only rudely snapped out of my dreams
when he called out to me

'Wah! Getting plumper now eh?'

**oh no**thanks alot arh, atuk!**