My grandmother is a hilarious senile lady
She wears saggy old traditional clothes and fills up her
nonexistent bosom with paper and coins and money
Because she has absolutely neither a heart nor love
to give as it withered along with her soul and body.
Clever she is as a wicked witch though who disguises
Her wickedness with the holy glitter of a fairy.
Practitioner of seven sins she is. But in the end,
She is a senile, hilarious, tiny old lady.