Meet Grandpa Michael,
An old bloke with a grey motorcycle.
He makes a living selling some vinyl,
And at home, his word is final.
At least, that’s what he believes,
But Grandma Layla has a few tricks up her sleeve.
With a sly smile, she turns to leave,
Reminding him his grandchildren are near.
Begrudgingly, he concedes.
But deep down, he sincerely believes
His grandchildren are plotting insincere schemes,
That are sure to leave him displeased.
To his dismay,
This was no ordinary day.
April first was here to say,
“You will be made a fool by noon today.”
The five grandchildren were fans of pranks,
And it was inconvenient, to be frank,
Because Grandpa Michael knew for a fact
That they wouldn’t cut him some slack.
Every year was the same
With the cautious Michael at bay,
Weary of the youngsters’ ways
Of marking him as a prey.
One might wonder why
These young ones set their sights
On tricking the old man into a fright,
Excited to see his face pale and white.
This year would be extra suspenseful,
As Grandpa Michael plans to be careful
To make certain those kids are unsuccessful
In turning the situation dreadful.
Meet the eldest Ryan,
Who is as sturdy as iron,
And as daring as a lion,
Ready to form an alliance.
He approaches Nader,
Second place in the sibling ladder.
Together, they sort the matter
Of making Grandpa Michael madder.
With technology on their side,
The two boys eventually decide
To deny Grandpa Michael of his right
To access his phone from the inside.
It was soon established
That Ryan would provide a distraction,
While Nader snuck in for the action
Of changing the passcode to their satisfaction.
Quickly, they got to work
With Ryan using his persuasive quirk
To convince Grandpa Michael of the perks
Of buying him more band shirts.
Meanwhile, Nader is occupied
With dragging the phone to his bedside.
Only then, he opens his eyes wide
To the fact that he and Ryan lost by a landslide.
Nader realized with an ache
that the phone was a fake.
He had made a mistake,
And his reputation was at stake.
With his embarrassment apparent,
He wondered how his grandparent
Could fool him with such merit,
Worthy of a decorated lieutenant.
Nader trudged to his ally
Hoping Ryan wouldn’t act like a wise guy.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be shy
About giving him a piece of his mind.
Grandpa Michael sported a smile
Knowing he had survived the first trial.
Believe him, it was worthwhile
To see the eldest two lose, every once in a while.
Meet Dalia, the middle child.
Her ambition’s anything but mild.
She has no problem going wild
With sneaky ideas brewing in her mind.
Dalia is really ecstatic
and finds it quite pragmatic
That her grandmother was truly dogmatic
About keeping an old baby monitor in the attic.
Little does she know
That Grandpa Michael already foresaw
And implanted a flaw
That is sure to make her withdraw.
For when she opens the attic door,
A rattling sound will shake her to her core,
And a white ghost would soar
Warning, “Come here no more!”
Just as Grandpa Michael expected,
Little Dalia was seriously affected
And towards him, she was directed,
Begging to be protected.
After the incident was resolved,
Grandpa Michael couldn’t help but behold
The chances of him winning grew tenfold.
His hopes remained a stronghold.
Meet Sami, the youngest son.
He swore not be outdone,
Not by a long run,
For the fun has just begun.
Grandpa Michael has a habit
Of hiding his keys in a leather jacket.
Without them, he would have to make a racket
To drag his motorcycle and back it.
So off Sami went!
To steal the keys, for all intent,
Without Grandpa Michael’s consent
While imagining the old man’s discontent.
When he tried to grab the key,
He was shocked to a great degree
When he felt something sticky
touch his little pinky.
Now shocked would be an understatement.
Revolted would be a better statement
To describe the abatement
Of his self-appraisement.
In his anger and shock,
Sami felt the gum get caught
In a lock of his hair, like a clot
Leaving him feeling distraught.
He frantically calls his savior
Even if he’ll be punished for misbehavior,
And Grandpa Michael savors the flavor
Of watching Sami ask for this favor.
The grandchildren start to mope,
But they have one last hope.
Sara, the youngest of the trope
Had an imagination worthy of a wide scope.
She thought long and hard,
‘What could lower Grandpa Michael’s guard?
Maybe a stray dog in the yard
Or a strange message on a card?’
No, Grandpa Michael was too clever.
He would see right through her endeavors.
It was time to take drastic measures;
To be remembered as the best prankster ever!
She practiced in front of a mirror,
How she could say the lie clearer
As time drew nearer,
Her siblings began to cheer for her.
She looked to Grandpa Michael and sighed
With her expression teary-eyed,
“There’s no winning this time.
That much, no one can deny.”
She extends her hand in defeat
And tries to be discreet,
“Shake my hand, and we’ll retreat.
Next April, we’ll repeat.”
Grandpa Michael replied,
“You have all made great strides
But losing happens sometimes.
Put away the hand buzzer and resign.”
Sara lowers her hand.
Things had not gone according to plan.
She turns to her siblings with a command,
“Leave April first in the washed-up sand.”
That’s when Grandma Layla returns
And she’s amused to learn
That her husband has overcome his concern
In such a surprising turn.
However, Grandma Layla has some insight
The date on the calendar isn’t quite right
Where there’s a “one” in the corner upright,
There should be a “two” in plain sight.
He couldn’t believe his ears
Had he been bested by his peer?
His grandchildren were full of glee,
And he had to witness the jubilee.
Grandpa Michael reckoned
That there was not a split second
Where he wasn’t threatened,
Whether it’s April first or second.