Inktober 7 Aunt Gertie

Poem by Tom Lee

 

Aunt Gertie

I’ve been visiting Aunt Gertie

We’ve had lunch out at the pub

She always has the same thing

She really likes her grub

 

The others there all know her

They always say “hello”

They keep a table just for her

(She sometimes meets her beaux)

 

The pub dates back five centuries

With old and low hung beams

I wonder who has passed through there?

I wonder what their dreams?

 

Now here’s her steak and kidney pie

A side of mushy peas

(She doesn’t eat them singly

She eats them all in threes)

 

She never discards her fine hat

And on her head it stays

And she never opens up her purse

And it’s always me who pays!

 

(But I don’t really mind)

 

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