Aunt Hulda, she slept in the nude <br />I stayed over, she called me a dude <br />Uncle Fritz told me 'NO' <br />in the closet you go <br />we two found this attitude rude. <br /> <br />I was five when I watched Uncle Fritz, <br />he was squeezing Aunt Hulda's big tits <br />I was wondering how <br />he could think her a cow <br />and I asked all the other kids. <br /> <br />And they laughed at my naivité <br />some suggested I go out to play <br />and that milking the cows <br />in Aunt Hulda's pink blouse <br />was the reason that milking hands pray.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/milking-aunt-hulda-s-cows/
