I do remember
Watching my auntie
Primp and preen
On Friday afternoons
For that nights
Fish-fry and bingo
At the end
And with the
Flourish of witchcraft
Slap slap slap
As powder exploded
Like cosmetic Armageddon
Creating a cloudy
Dust which slowly
Revealed the bluest
Of blue eyes
Blinking and sparkling
While yellowed teeth
Laughed broadly amused
Give a kiss
Right here boy
She would ask
Pulling me into
Her sunny magic
This is what
This mornings sky
Reminds me of
