Auntie Whee
Auntie Whee the absurd arrived, on her hat, a red bird.
Her jacket is ever so loud! I knew it meant she is proud.
She is not like the others, not the sisters or mothers.
Living in New York, and not eating burgers or pork.
Don’t let her rub off, I was warned, but I scoffed.
Her life looked brilliant to me, she was wild and free.
Her stories were a delight, I stayed up half the night.
More please I said more than twice, she was gentle and nice.
She’s different than us you see, said my uncle Lee.
Actually, different than him, but much the same as me.
When I grew up I would go to New York, and stop eating pork.
I wanted to be wild and free like my Dear Auntie Whee.
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