Dipped In Superstitions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

My mind has been dipped in superstitions.
From the day that I was born to breathe.
Black cats and cracks on dirty sidewalks...
And splitting poles when walking with people!

My mind has been quick to mend a quarrel.
With those who may not agree to speak!
But grandma always spoke to neighbors...
Even if they stoled her peaches off the trees!

'Good manners and respect will save.
You don't want to take evil meanness...
To your grave! '

Sometimes I sit and pick my memory!
Of things my grandma said to me.
She told me don't talk bad of people...
'Bite your lip and watch them slip,
Off the steeple to their knees! '

Huh?

'Good manners and respect will save.
You don't want to take evil meanness...
To your grave! '


My mind has been dipped in superstitions.
From the day that I was born to breathe!
And when my grandma grabbed the spatula...
I knew when it was time for me to leave! !

'Good manners and respect will save.
You don't want to take evil meanness...
To your grave! '

OKAY...I'm outta here!

'Good manners and respect will save.
And don't pretend your heart is golden...
Before the cookies are baked! '

Huh?
And what is that suppose to mean?

'You'll figure it all out!
Long after your 'teens'...
Good manners and respect will save!
Not pretending that your heart is golden...
Before a cookie is baked! '

Whatever...