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Blue Cheese and old Pickles Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish. 03/23/25
The poem is autobiographical in places - my mother had 2 maiden aunts Hilda and Daisy - Hilda would go around with a duster wherever our little fingers had touched especially on the banister to go up to use the toilet and they were both very intolerant and children really were seen and not heard ! No hand held computers/ games in those days so our visits were often quite short!
Blue cheese and old pickles
I shudder while peering at sepia photographs,
showing visits to my maiden Aunt Hilda’s house.
Even though I was very young
it was clear she didn’t tolerate children.
I was to be ‘Seen and not heard.’
Pa said I wasn’t to utter a word.
I loathed being pushed and forced to kiss her.
Aunt's wrinkled leathery skin looked like
she’d been pickled in vinegar.
As she waddled around with a damp duster,
wiping at my finger marks that only she could see,
the wooden floorboards creaked like old bones
for she was grossly overweight.
Her buxom breasts smelled awful
and emitted a musty, moldy, cheesy smell.
Stretchy tan tights were never able to camouflage
the vivid blue bulging varicose veins
which snaked from her calves to her fat ankles.
The old sour puss passed away when I was six
Now, as I reminisce, I will no longer remain silent!
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