Softly wicked Auntie Barbara <br />Made malarkey at all hours <br />Dodging ribbons of tradition <br />She was born to ride right off her rocker <br /> <br />Saintly sibyl unruly civil <br />No man could tame her wild streak <br />Raising mischief for the devil <br />She could make a zealous feminist gap and gape <br /> <br />Lifting spirits in her presence <br />She Molted Cinnamon for Tit and tat <br />Nothing fazed her of the danger <br />When life gave her lemons she hit them all splat! <br /> <br /> <br />One time when I was but a pug <br />She sprung her gauntly fingers out <br />And ushered me with bubbled tongue <br />That she had spiders “in her hair” <br />I jumped in fear she laughed with zeal <br />Then pried me with another peal; <br />“Don’t worry kev there’s nothing their <br />They only live inside my big old purse <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />No Mother Hubbard or Aunt Em <br />Could hold their liquor with her jive <br />Tinker tailor and Renaissance lady <br />Could neatly sing praises to her whole guise <br /> <br /> <br />Pretty Matron and Rhodes scholar <br />Life through curb balls every hole <br />And though the years were never kinder <br />She lived every day by the treasure trove <br /> <br /> <br />Brews concoctions of dark humor <br />Making Brothers stomachs grimmer <br />Though she made the children tremble <br />They always liked to see always more sooner <br /> <br />Now she’s gone to play with angels <br />And they’ll never know what hit them <br />When she’ hoodwinked of all their Halos <br />Good old Auntie Barbara will always beat the best<br /><br />Kevin Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/auntie-barbara/
