Grandma Said

Grandma’s blueberry muffins so fancy and fine. With your crumbled crust, so glad you are mine! Grubby hands are reaching for a muffin now. Hands that have pet a goat, a dog, and the cow. I tell them to go wash their hands instead. They look at me like I have grown a monkey’s head. Grandma said we didn’t have to, said a nasty little tike. A cousin that I’ve never liked, I call him Mike. Grandma yells in from the living room door. Just give each a cupcake, my dear Eleanor. I did not wash my hands either, to get the last one. Getting one from batch number two is not as much fun.