Where Grandpa Joe Lives

Grandpa Joe lives far away,
near Pittsburgh.
A six-hour drive.
We don’t go very often.
My little sister, Twink,
gets itchy in the car.
Every mile she says:
“I’m hungry!”
“I’m bored!”
“I need to go to the bathroom!”
“Are we there yet?”
I get itchy
just listening to her.
Mostly
Grandpa Joe comes to us.
He’s lucky:
no itchy Twink
whining
all the way
from Pittsburgh.