Shine

Grandma polished now and then,
Then polished once, and twice—again!
She’d shine the forks, she’d shine the tray,
She’d shine the whole darn house away.

I’d ask her, “Why? It all looks fine!”
She’d wink and say, “I like to shine.
Some folks pray, and some folks bake—
I shine my silver for shining’s sake.”