Old aunt Sally
Was rather smelly
She ate kippers in bed
Off uncle Pat’s head.
Made candles each year
From the wax in her ear
Kept her toenails in a jar
In the boot of her car.
Made knitted underwear
From her own hair
Stuck a hose up her nose
That reached to her toes.
But apart from that she was perfectly normal.
Tap tap play dough
ice-cream and rainbow
Grandma took us to Don Valley
To get some ribs for Aunt Sally
We went to the butcher's shop
There,we saw bees buzz buzz buzz
"Hello busy bee! How are you today?
How’s life? Is your hive making okay?"
Golden ball frowned and yelled at me
Stretched his wings and pointed his stinger at me
With his eyes blue as sky
He stared into my little eyes
I could see that he was angry
Hadn’t found my greetings so much friendly
I threw my ice-cream at him
I think I kinda squashed that thing
I screamed and jumped up and down
My grandma swiping her handmade gown
She banged my head with her shopping bag
I trembled and fell on dozens of beef stacks
More bees were coming for me
All for a small talk I did
Grandma grabbed me from my neck
Hurry! Hassled out of the mess I made
I shook my pants and stumbled
Tried to avoid the stares and mumbles
Lumps and bruises all over me
"I will never make friends with a bumble bee!"
Sometimes you like people better as you grow older. . .
Growing up, I considered my aunt, Sally, a gossip and a person consumed with envy. She liked to make fun of people, as she did with me over my crying and screaming after taking my beloved hobby-horse for my cousin, Mary.
Years later she befriended my mother after the death of my father.. They became inseparable. . .
a dragonfly
still circling my aunt's farm pond
alighting on mother's hand
Published September, 2015 Cattails
Please excuse my dear aunt sally
cause mathematically
how geometrically in reality the measurements accurately
shadow me
actually
my aunt manufactured me
multiply
my design
then divide by zero
it would be undefined
my existence is geometry
any form an shape symmetry
symmetrically an entity
whos positively unbalanced to negativity
cause negatively im positively magnetically
my well being makes me an mathematician
using mathemically the principles to define my existence
Old Uncle Jake
By Elton Camp
Jake, in his heyday, was a mighty man
He could do as much work as any can
He created for himself a comfortable life
Surrounded by children and loving wife
The children grew up and moved away
At the home place Jake and wife did stay
About five years ago, Aunt Sally died
It was only in private that old Jake cried
After that, things were never the same
Even the house so run-down became
Jake had lost all the sparkle from his eyes
That his health began to fail was no surprise
He was sitting on his porch with bowed head
And when I lifted his hat, I found he was dead
How many look out a window
And dream, dream away
Without really knowing
Whats happening miles away.
Or even round the corner
Or even round the bend
Our HURTING PLANET
Its natures blend.
We have her spitting fire
Is she angry with us all
She blesses us with Everest
So mighty and tall.
We see her rupture violently
Her belly sometimes seen
She created nature
Our organic living Queen.
She goes through abrasive motions
Grinding her sea beds
Resulting in Tsunami's
That sadly leave many dead.
As our learning has prospered
And technology has grown
Its not for her to tell us
We have to warn our own.
The power in her weather, her characteristic charms
Again its up to us, technology rings the alarms
Tornado's in Tornado alley
Shows she's no Aunt Sally.
She has a friend that shines
That sunny Orange in the sky
But when it rains she's depressed
Doe's it not make you wonder why?
Light the torch
Up the conditioner to 9
lotion on the double
We're baking HOT these times
Fan is high
body sleeping
Still to sweat
It is hard to cool off by
All the commotion
As we swim the waves to beat the heat
Uncle Fred and Aunt Sally
Taking us in their beamer to the beach
1000 people
baring few
feet in the water
and then TIME TO GO HOME
Old x'ers such as myself
keep inside to stay Oh! calm
Heavy Metal Heads
Rock and roll mosh pit
getting tan and hotter
That's where their energy is at
Mr.Kool Aid
knocking at my door
asking this:
HOW 'BOUT SOME HAWAIAN PUNCH?!
9:00 at night
85 degrees on the face
there is not a breeze within my door
HEATWAVE tomorrow
and then some more!!
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