Aunt Fanny & The Good Humor Man. Poem by fanniesson -

They were a thing for a while,
the ice cream man and aunt Fanny.
My aunt who came for supper one Sunday,
when I was a kid and stood twenty-seven years
until her death.

They were a thing for a while,
her hanging round him on the corner
of Forty Fifth Street & Thirteenth Avenue,
where he'd set up year after year during
the summer months from around noon til
eight, hawking his Good Humor ice cream,
from one of those pushcarts
Good Humor would rent you.

They were a thing for a while,
two, maybe three summers, so I stopped
walking there after supper for ice cream
when I took my dog out for a walk.

Aunt Fanny head over heels giddy in love,
like a teenage girl, was way too much for this
kid to handle, especial after seeing her every
morning, minus her dentures, hair in curlers
in that beat-up old housecoat of hers.