Grandma was a tchatchke from
Teaneck whose shtick was to
hak a chanik her husband Harry,

a boychik from Brooklyn who hated it
when he heard bubbe meises from his
wife’s mishpocheh that were gornisht

compared to the tsuris he had to deal with
in the fercockt business world where
schlemiels and shlimazels were always

trying to schnorr him for a bissel of this
or a bissel of that with such chutzpah that if
you had to put it in a poem you would plotz