Now you’re my aunt and you’re full of fun —
When I’ve run down, you’ve just begun
There are many tales you’ve told to me —
And they’re filled away in memory.
When I would visit you as a child
The stories you told me were far from mild.
Each night when we would go out to “wee”—
This is what you would say to me –
“It’s dark outside and in the woods –
Is a man who gets girls and boys who aren’t good.
He carries a bag upon his back and walks among the farms –
Inside that bag are the girls and boys, and he’s cut off their legs and arms”.
Many, many years ago I went home with you –
When dark came I got lonesome and was feeling blue.
I asked you to take me home – I promised to walk all the way –
But you said no, we’d have to pass the cemetery, and the dead would be sitting on their graves
One day in California, when my birthday rolled around –
You gave me a gift, it was socks for Joe, and I threw them on the ground.
My Mom and I went home one day and found a man in bed –
To our relief, it was one of your pranks, it was a “dummy” instead.
I always liked to visit you and go swimming in the creek –
Until the day I went home from your house with poison ivy on both bottom cheeks.
Even throughout my life, you’ve scared me out of my wits –
I wouldn’t trade these memories for a billion times “two-bits”.
You’re really worth your weight in gold, and that’s a fact “by-granny” –
For in all this world there is no match for that Aunt of mine called Fannie.
Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Written for Aunt Fannie Morris who tormented and teased constantly.
Copyright Roy Richard