Aunt Leonie
Purebred invalid
Say your vespers
And drink your tonics
Nobody said you were sick in the head
How’s the asparagus?
Thick as your sick head
Please don’t get out of bed
We wouldn’t want to trouble you
Or worry your little head
How’s the Virgin?
Where’s the grocer?
What’s so charming about staying in bed?
Nobody wants to be in your head
More than me
And in your bed
More than Leonie
(jf)
