Auntie Flo

Aunty flo had whiskers

I thought she was a man

she was one of my dad’s sisters

but I never was a fan

she wore these dark brown stockings

half way up her shin

and had a very curious look

and a very funny grin

I must have been about 3

when with my mum and dad

I use to go to Lewisham

and it always made me sad

we caught the bus  a 36

down Sangley Road then to

Lewisham

we walked along

passed the shop Cabledew

it sold all sorts of instruments

drums and real guitars

I was fascinated

the bosses had great cars

I would knock on Grannies door

and ring the big brass bell

into a big tiled hall we went

and stayed there for a spell

the floor had painted flowers on it

we walked over them and went

into what was a great big room

someone there had spent

quite a lot of money making it look bright

gran and gran pa and Aunty

would stand there without light

we would have

a cup of tea

I never  drank it I

hated tea with all that milk

for it was’nt good for me

grandpa had a mop of white hair

and a ruddy face

Grandma was a tiny soul

she wore a lot of lace

she was always by her gas cooker

it was blue and grey

I used to watch her cooking

cakes on a black tray

sometimes she’d turn and give me one

a broken one maybe

it tasted sweet with sultana’s

if Aunty Flo did see

me eating cakes she’d be miserable

as to the reason why

I never ever found out

then one day she did die

so I never really knew her

but her stockings always seemed

half way up or half way down

her legs  or, had I dreamed

that now I can’t remember 

it was so long ago

and she loved pickled onion

she said they’d help me grow

but I just woudn’t eat them

they made my mouth feel sore

they did give me a tummy ache

and also what is more

made me smell of onions

and I, was not very keen

Aunty Flo where did you go

and why were you so mean?