ode to our gff

our gff is gone.
she went home today.
and now we are sad
that she went away.

oh, gff!
why did you leave?
you can tell we feel blue
by the snot on our sleeve.

that grandma french fry
she sure is a phlyscreme*.
we love her a lot
even more than our ice cream.

*phlyscreme: (flahys'-kreem) n. a very fun sort of grandmother, enjoyable to be around and very loving.