My Granny is a Samurai
My granny is a samurai,
She gardens with a sword.
She dead heads her chrysanthemums,
then bows and says she’s bored.
My granny is a samurai,
She mows the lawn by stealth,
She calls the king the emperor
and sips green tea for health.
My granny is a samurai,
with living room tatami,
she rolls in off the battlefield
and snores like an army.
My granny is a samurai,
She loves to eat raw fish.
She is the chopstick ninja
as I chase mine off the dish.
My granny is a samurai,
although she’s her own boss.
She climbs the fence to pick me up,
which makes my teacher cross.
She gardens with a sword.
She dead heads her chrysanthemums,
then bows and says she’s bored.
My granny is a samurai,
She mows the lawn by stealth,
She calls the king the emperor
and sips green tea for health.
My granny is a samurai,
with living room tatami,
she rolls in off the battlefield
and snores like an army.
My granny is a samurai,
She loves to eat raw fish.
She is the chopstick ninja
as I chase mine off the dish.
My granny is a samurai,
although she’s her own boss.
She climbs the fence to pick me up,
which makes my teacher cross.
This poem is copyright (©) Emma Phillips 2026
About the Writer
Emma Phillips
Emma Phillips lives, writes and teaches by the M5 in Devon, which sometimes lures her off in search of adventure. Her poetry for children can be found in Tyger, Tyger, The School Magazine, Little Thoughts Press and Paperbound, as well as here on the Dirigible Balloon. She is addicted to crisps.
