Auntie Emmaline for friend Tate

narrative verse

 

 

 

Auntie Emmaline.

 

My cousin Peter was a prig.

A precious little Mamas boy.

Who thought it rather infra dig

 a little mischief to enjoy.

 

He combed his hair and shined his shoes

 and was polite to every one

I was quite pleased to hear the news

 that he had just up and gone.

 

To live with a girl, Elsie Ma.

 Who was no better than a w***e.

It made me glad I have to say.

He’s not my rival anymore.

 

Nobody says that should I should be

 just like Peter. Dear me no.

The rotten apple on the tree.

But what the family do not know.

 

Is that I arranged for them to meet.

I knew she would lead him astray

He had no chance at all poor Pete.

I don’t regret it in any way.

 

I’m sure that Peter has more fun.

Than if he had stayed safe at home.

Today he’s just another one

 Who felt that it was time to roam.

 

Far from his mothers eagle eye

 escape from under mothers thumb .

They were some things he had to try

 and realised their time had come.

 

He was disowned immediately.

His name is never mentioned now.

Sometimes I meet him on the sly

I like him better now somehow.

 

Now that he’s not held up to be

 the Icon I should emulate

To tell the truth he’s just like me

Although he found out rather late.

 

Though I appear respectable.

 I have a wild streak which I hide.

My aunt finds me acceptable.

I think she would horrified

 

to know that I both smoke and drink

 and chase young ladies ardently.

But things are seldom as you think.

I find that fooling her pleases me.

 

A good God fearing lady who

 still believes whole heartedly.

That there are things one does not do

Quite blind to life’s reality.

 

29/10/2009

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Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

OH MAN I REALLY LIKE THIS ONE THANK YOU i CAN RELATE ON SO MANY LEVELS AS YOU KNOW
YOUR FRIEND TATE

[LittleMadGirl]

This poem makes me smile
It's clever and shows what others try to hide.
I love it!