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Auntie Mabel's Annual Spring Missal

Yesterday I received Auntie Mabel’s annual spring note She wants to know how, in 2024, I will cast my vote She's concerned that the U.S. will elect another old goat. She has finally had her troublesome tooth pulled, I note, Her latest ailment seems to be she has developed a bloat. No news about her nephew who was in jail last she wrote Her gay nephew, on her husband’s side, continues to gloat, I have told her many times about him, do not rock his boat Well, uh, …she must do what she can to keep him afloat. She asked if I wore the sweater; mentioned do I need a coat You’ll recall Auntie Mabel lives in England, somewhat remote. In a week or so, I’ll respond to Auntie Mabel’s annual missal It is important that I let her know I have received her epistle. Failure to respond in a timely manner causes her to bristle-- Just a short note with a tad bit of gossip will be permissible. As you surely know, I would do nothing to earn her dismissal! I need to share I sliced open my finger on a prickly thistle And, I've bought myself a brand-new sweeper -- a Bissell.
Written April 10, 2022 [fourth Auntie Mabel poem. Check out previous letters for references.]

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Date: 4/13/2022 11:02:00 AM
Ha, ha, ha! Milt, you have just earned the 'Best missal I have ever read' Grand Prize -- an annual missal from all my in-laws re-routed to you. You are one lucky guy, as I can attest. lol. ~ Lucky Luciano
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 4/14/2022 11:32:00 AM
Glad you enjoyed it, gw. They always give me a chuckle.
Date: 4/12/2022 7:47:00 AM
Excellent Monorhyme, Milt. I need to get her to teach me to whistle, before I'm wiped out by a WW3 missile. Good entry for the contest, good luck! Bill
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 4/12/2022 8:53:00 AM
Oh, this was not written for a contest, Bill. This is the fourth in a series of poems based on (fictitious) letters from Auntie Mabel over in England. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I had both of those words (whistle and missile) in mind, but they didn't seem to fit in anywhere. When I respond, I'll ask Auntie Mabel if she can whistle...that is, if I don't change the rhyme scheme.
Date: 4/11/2022 8:22:00 AM
I am loving it - especially that she wants to direct your vote!
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 4/11/2022 8:43:00 AM
Oh, Auntie Mabel has never been one to butt out.
Date: 4/10/2022 8:15:00 PM
I like it! Good one. I’ve been thinking about getting some My Dearest Penelope letters going…
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 4/10/2022 8:36:00 PM
Bring 'em on, Jeff. I get a letter from Auntie Mabel about every four or five months. She's one of my "invented" frames, along with the "meadow," which doesn't exist either. But, importantly, I try to make this as real as possible. I want readers to think they really do exist. It's fun. Also, they help when the well is running dry! Yes, let's hear about Penelope!