Aine Carroll

Rookie (April 1978 / Ireland)

My Aunts - Poem by Aine Carroll

My Aunt Myrtle had a turtle
With whom she liked to play.
But the problem with poor turtle
was that he was made of clay.

And then came Aunt Polly who had a trolly,
That she pushed around the School.
And though Aunt Polly was always Jolly
The children were often cruel.

But these two sisters I have to tell you
were never any fools.
They loved each other and no
other could ever hope to rule.

Comments about My Aunts by Aine Carroll

  • Edgar Andrade Baguio (5/23/2010 4:58:00 PM)

    I see some metaphors in the 'turtle clay' and the 'trolley' (I believe that this is what you have in mind) , as it was 'pushed around the School'...Hmmmm. One may wonder how soft or hard is that clay, and how often did she pushed that 'trolley'. Very subtle meanings are hidden from these lines.. I like it when I am digging for something like this.... Good, really good one... (Report) Reply

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  • Matt Mooney (5/1/2010 6:12:00 PM)

    Amusing and nicely constructed.To be memorized and recited to your friends! (Report) Reply

  • (4/20/2010 2:40:00 AM)

    really very sweet aunts... :) like the way you penned it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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