A Little Bit of Everything

MY GRANDMAS HANDS

My grandmas hands were gnarled and old,
But to me, more precious than gold.
Her eyes to me were a bright light,
That guided my way both day and night.
When I prayed to have no bad dreams,
She was always there for me it seems.
'Hush now little one,' she'd say,
And hold me until all fear passd away.
Oh how I miss those golden moments,
Only she could soothe my torments.
She'd come to me with a glass of warm milk,
To me, gnarled hands felt smooth as silk.
What will I do now that she's gone?
She taught me to be brave and strong.
I'm sorry If I 've ever did her wrong,
My grandma who's loved me all along.

She's gone now, and I miss her so very much.
I long for the feel of he rgentle touch.
From the hands that were like a gnarled old tree,
But that felt as smooth as silk to me.

'CONGRESSMEN'

Conversing with a congressmen,
Is like speaking with a barnyard hen.
Congress will spin you around,
Never again do you hear a sound.

But in the barnyard, when you go there,
At least you find eggs to prepare.
With Congress you find nothing but trouble,
But the hens, well, their eggs just double.

You expect Congress to help you in need,
They just do you a dirty deed.,
The hens an entirely different breed,
You just give them chicken feed.

You can talk to congressmen again and again,
All you receive is a kick in the end.
But if you treat your foul friends right,
Keep them fed and warm at night,
I think it's called chicken delight.
You'll surely be rewarded for your trouble,
In the barnyard, the eggs just double.
Go to Congress for a helping hand,
Next thing you know, they have your land.
So I tell you once again my friend,
You get more satisfaction from a barnyard hen.