Open Poetry #1 |
Aunt Sara Is Turned to The Wall |
Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
She used to sing hymns in the old village choir, She taught at the Sunday school class, At playing the organ she never would tire, Those days are all now long passed. In church at the organ she'd practice each day, While the minister pumped up and down. His wife caught him pumping the organ one day, And that's why Aunt Sara left town. With presents he tempted and lured her to sin, Her innocent virtue to smirch, But her honor was strong and she never gave in, Till he gave her the deed to the church. We never mention Aunt Sara; Her picture is turned to the wall, Though she lives on the French Riviera Mother says she is dead to us all. They said that she'd toil by night and by day She'd have to scrub floors for her bread, But inside of a week she discovered a way, To earn her board by lying in bed. They told her the wages of sinners was death, To this my aunt Sara just said; That she'd just as soon die with champagne on her breath, And pink satin sheets on her bed. They said no one cared if she'd ever come back, When she left for her fortune to seek, But the boys in the firehouse painted it black, And the ball team was mourning that week. They said that no man would make her his bride, They prophesied children of shame, But she's married three earls and a baron besides, And she hasn't a child to her name. They said that Hellfire would punish her sin, She'd burn for her much evil way, But just at the moment she's toasting her skin, On the beaches of Montego Bay. The best things in life always go to the meek, The Sunday school lessons all teach, But I wonder when I see her gazebo of teak, At her eighty room shack on the beach. My poor mother's life has been quiet and meek, She drives in a second-hand Ford, Aunt Sara received for her birthday last week, A Rolls-Royce, a Stutz and a Cord. My mother does all of her housework alone, She has to scrub clothes for her board It strikes me that virtue's not only it's own, But also it's only reward. So we never mention Aunt Sara, But I think that when I grow up tall, I shall live on the French Riviera, And let mother turn me to the wall. My Uncle used to sing this all the time.... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Toerag: Aunt Sara's making waves and having fun... and completely unconcerned with the status of her photo! LOL. I like this!!! *G* Especially the thought of going out with champagne on my breath, knowing I've enjoyed life to its fullest! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Hiya Toe! Great stuff! Hope mine can be up in the ranks with yours! (or somewhere close anyway) ------------------ *shadowy-one* |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
L-I-B - its lil ol' Dixie-chick - how are you doing? |
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traveler Member
since 1999-08-17
Posts 119 |
LOL ... Thanks again, and to your uncle too ...brightened my day ... |
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IsabelleSkye Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 253 |
*smirk* whattttttttta woman! Izzy ------------------ God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things. - Pablo Picasso |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Isabelle....Yanno God has a good sense of humor too?...As in; LongJohn, Balladeer...? |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And just when I'm thinking that "rhyme" doesn't pay.... good one, Toe! ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Toe I know I'm almost God-like, but Balladeer, too? |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
GodliNess is as GodliNess does..... or was that as Aunt Sarah does???? She's got me Hoe-so confused.... ------------------ Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done: For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits, Than I am sure I have in my whole five. ~ ²1592 Wm. Shakespeare ~ Romeo & Juliet ~ ii. iv. 75 |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
we all need to smile today so let Toe comoe back and play.. |
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