Aunt Myrna Poem by Richard D Remler

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Aunt Myrna
Baby sat today,
And ran the house
Aunt Myrna's way,
And that means
As our legal right
We won't be eating
Much tonight.

Aunt Myrna,
She made a
Something squishy,
Something gooshy,
Mooshie,
Fishy.
She mixed it,
Fixed it,
Smeeshed it,
Snished it,
Smashed it,
And then completely
Knished it.

She added
Ooks that looked
Like bugs,
The lint from
Half a dozen rugs.
Sour Kraut
And purple chalk,
And the
Whiskers
From a
Pigeon Hawk..

She cooked it
Til it simmered some,
And smiled wide
When it was done.
And now she's
Looking mighty
Pleased,
And her fixings look
A bit diseased.
She might have
Took her time to heat it,
But we will never
Ever eat it.



Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**