aunt bea
said
that
child
ain’t got
the sense
she was
born with
she married
a loser
and
rather than
cutting bait
and
running
she’s
hanging on
hoping
inside
that
bottom feeder
if spilt open
she’ll find
a magical frog
that
when kissed
will turn
into
a prince charming
i’d
say something
to her
but
i
haven’t learned
how to
raise
the dead
or
give slight
to
a blind
lovers’ eyes
“Ribbet! Ribbet!”
Frog legs for din din.
oh so many hope there’s this prince underneath…and love makes blind indeed…at least for a while and then it may be too late already..ugh..great i didn’t miss aunt bea..smiles
“But I haven’t learned to raise the dead. . . ” Right in the gut. Thank you.
brilliant!
Sharp as ever Bea!
Chuckle!
oh yeah – love is so blind (especially young love) – terrific poem Charles and right on aunty bea
Ah, Aunt Bea… telling it like it is :)
many camouflaged bottom feeders…
Love to Aunt Bea. :)
this is beautiful, sad reality of love and some people’s life. it breaks one’s heart but there is nothing one can do!
Love truly is blind… always fun to hear the voice of aunt bea
When Aunt Bea finds the secret of being heard on this wee matter, please ask her to give me the formula. I have three of these going on around me! One says to me, “I can’t stand the pain of being without this person.”
Her ears close when I say, “Yet you are willing to go through a thousand small ones?”