aunt bea
for as long
as i can remember
had these
little superstitions
like
something about
a broom
and your feet
i just can’t recall
all the details
right now
but
she persisted
with her beliefs
in a number
of those types
of things
so
i asked
how she could
continue to believe
in such things
given the advances
in medicine
she looked me
square in the eye
and said
witch doctors
have traded in
their feathers
for white coats
you remember
aunt bea
don’t you
well
she doesn’t
get around so well
these days
well actually
not
for some time now
she says she’s
too old
to cut the mustard
but
young enough
to lick the jar
so
she keeps her mind
quite active
reading
the harvard business review
and
an old collection
of newspaper clippings
of medical marvels
a little
yin and yang
any way
the other day
i stopped by
to drop off
my special coleslaw
which she dearly loves
well
it’s her mother’s recipe
so it brings back childhood memories
more than
a symbol of
my cooking skills
and
for the record
there’s nothing
low cal
about it
but as i was saying
she was sitting on
the front porch
laughing so hard
tears were in her eyes
when i asked why
she managed to squeak out
natural male enhancement
i said what
she said
since I was a child
those old fools
have sought
the fountain of youth
desiring to rejoin the master race
from their mental wheelchairs
they’ve gone from goat privates
to secret scientific ingredients
and they still
die
pretty much
on
schedule
alone
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