Amanda’ coffee grinder is often a cause for concern. So, recently I was in her café one one of those afternoons when the grinder stopped working, and she had to get another. It inspired this addition to my silly children’s stories for adults, which as you are aware, is ~amazing art~
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Greta the grinder moaned and groaned
For she was far too fond of complaining.
Some days she just stopped,
As some form of silent protesting.
Eventually, however, her protests grew too many
And the people began to grumble,
in need of some fresh coffee,
As their stomachs began to rumble.
So it happened that Greta the grinder
found herself sitting unused
As Garbo the Grinder sat right beside her
Munching and purring all afternoon.
And Greta no longer mumbled and grumbled,
But sat silently on the counter,
And watched the people be re-caffeinated,
Until the garbage man took her.
The end.
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Part 5 of an irregular series.
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Part 1: A Story For Pa
Part 2: A Story For No-One: Frank The Caterpillar
Part 3: A Story For Declan: Wilma The Worm
Part 4: A Story For Lorcan: Lorcan the Chameleon
Part 5: A Story For Amanda: Greta The Grinder
Part 6: A Story For Someone: Fiachra The Snake.
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