The Well

Granny’s well – or is she?

Because of the stink
We none of us drink
The water from Granny’s old well.
It’s dark and it’s dank,
And to be perfectly frank,
It exudes an unpleasant smell.

We’ll say something to Gran
If only we can,
But there’s no-one with whom we can speak –
She went to fetch water
With a bucket we bought her,
And she hasn’t been seen for a week.