Driving To Gran’s

On the way to my Gran’s I had to drive through Evantonian.
Tall buildings block out the sun.
Shadows are everywhere.
People’s clothes are dull.
Their skin is dull.
Their TVs are dull and
the local news is therefore dull.
Dull, dull, dull.
Once over the bridge I could almost taste
Gran’s cookies & milk.
Her smile was worth the trip.