My grandmother isn't a difficult person

She just has her likes,

And occasionally, a few dislikes.

She understands humans in general

But is afraid of specifics:

George Bush and Eminem

She'd like to send to hell

But Americans and rappers?

They're fine.

And while she admires

Religion and free-spirit,

Fanatics give her the creeps

Especially the blonde sadhus

Chanting shlokas down the street.

With grandchildren she has little trouble

We're only seven, after all

But when we visit together,

Sleeping bags and stuffed-toys in tow

My grandmother finally decides

She can't take it anymore!