Auntie Maude

Auntie Maude, what a broad,
she's got big 'un's that flog.
No surgery.  Not Aunt Maude.
Uncle Ed passed away;
Maude drowned us in dismay
that he left; she had no say.
Aunt Maude called Doc Proctor.
"I've flutters, queasy, am wobbling.
Where's my heart at Buster?"
Her intent to join Ed
never entered the Doc's head.
"Beneath your left breast," he said.
Aunt Maude took Ed's gun
leaned, reached over
took a bullet, just one,
to join Ed for some fun.

To ER Aunt Maude went
her knee split, in disarray.
Doc forgot Maude's BROAD display.
 

copyright 2006 Sandra S. Corona