The Tree of Dreams

What's in Granma's handbag?

What’s in Granma’s handbag?

Why don’t we take a peek?

I know you’re scared, but I must know.

Is it what we seek?

Quickly now, she’s left the room,

we’ll only get one chance.

We just need to get it open

so that I can have a glance.

Okay, the coast is clear now.

You watch, I’ll have a look.

I bet it’s just her knitting,

spare glasses, and a book.

I think it may’ve moved just then.

Seriously, did you see?

It really is a strange old bag,

it suits her to a tee.

Right she’s locked inside the loo,

we’ve got a little time.

You stay right there and keep an eye,

I’ll carry out the crime.

This really is a strange old thing,

it really isn’t right.

Whatever hides within it though,

I’m sure it’s quite a sight.

Right, that’s opened up the catch,

Let’s open up the top.

Yeah, I’m really nervous too,

but I don’t think I can stop.

Maybe there’s some treasure there,

or maps to pirate gold.

Whatever lies within this thing,

the bag is very old.

Perhaps it’s ancient magic,

bigger on the inside.

It might be like the Tardis!

Who knows what this might hide.

What happens if we open it

and someone says hello?

There could be people living there,

waving far below.

Gran could be some sort of God.

The Deity of Bag.

Maybe she’s just an old style witch,

Dad said she was a hag.

Okay calm down, and take breath,

we’re getting out of hand.

Imagination’s running wild,

it’s probably quite bland.

I’m sure it’s just some boring stuff,

and p’raps a random mint.

I’m dying to look inside that thing,

but she never takes the hint.

“Oh hello Gran! Um doing? Nothing.

There’s no need to nag.”

“We were just admiring

your rather lovely bag.”

“Tell us Gran, it seems quite strange

the initials there aren’t yours.

“Well all except the golden M,

But what does P stand for?”

“Your maiden name, of course, how daft

we really didn’t think.

It’s really quite unusual that

‘Poppins’.” (Said with a wink).