Most Favourite Aunt

Conversations with my most favourite Aunt

Are notably unhinged

In this new lounge


This new straight backed high chair lounge

With its exotic community

Of TV land dwellers

Who slurp tea through loose fitting teeth


This press the buzzer/call the nurse lounge

With its twin set and pearlers

And its chess afternoon corner

And its dimly lit days

Of nothing much special 

Or what day is its? Tuesday? 

The 33rd of Mabel maybe?


This lounge

I conclude

Is not the place my most favourite Aunt should be

She's too sharp for this


But then the rules suddenly changed 

Under her smile was concern 

And confusion  on both parts

As she pulled out a dessert spoon from her handbag 

And she asked if I had already eaten

Because don't expect much

Because the service here was grim


Its ok she said anyway 

One never dines without dressing appropriately 

Or eat caviar from a spoon 

If one has manners

But really dear who are these people

They are travelers I replied

On a journey

Just sitting passing time until The End

Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2016-12-01 at 00:31

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A very sad, but well-written poem.