Don'T You Touch the Middle Drawer

Every family has one
     a spinster aunt with lacquered hair
tidy and quiet , mysterious and dark
     you wouldn’t cross her, you wouldn’t dare

As a child, I always feared her
     Aunt Agnes was her name
when we would pay a visit
     she would invariably exclaim

Don’t you touch the middle drawer

There was a cupboard in the kitchen
     it contained three little drawers
what was kept there was a secret
     must be witches’ brew for sure

I never did learn of its’ contents
     but I’ll not forget its lure
nor Aunt Agnes’ words of warning
     Don’t you touch the middle drawer
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Michaels Avatar
July 28, 2017 at 9:14 AM
Drawn in by the intriguing title... I like a good mystery. Left to our imagination as to the contents of that drawer. Nice write, Mike. Regards, John.
Shaw Avatar
July 25, 2017 at 3:53 PM
What a brilliant little write - loved it - Shame you never found out what was in there and it has had you pondering for years - Prehaps a spare pair of dentures and half a packet of gummy bears - Indiana x x x
Gentile Avatar
July 25, 2017 at 3:57 PM
Thanks Indiana, Maybe you are right and that was all it was!!
Sands Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 8:24 AM
Cute story Mike. Makes one wonder, what was in that drawer? :)
Gentile Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 8:27 AM
Thanks Heidi, Enjoy your Sunday!
Gentile Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 8:27 AM
Thanks Heidi, Enjoy your Sunday!
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