In India, everyone older than you is either Uncle or Aunty! Uncles are scary but aunts are always sugar and spice! There goes my gender bias again!
AUNT AGGIE
Aunt
Aggie went down to Australia
‘Cause
India gave her piles and malaria.
For
her malaria, they found a ready cure,
But
her piles, they retained, they were so pure!
May
have been the distance from home fires,
Not
for her hardy outback men or English sires,
The
fair city she chose was named Perth,
But
Aussie men, she gave a wide berth!
The
lady was not exactly looking for a man,
She
preferred the fire, did not like the frying pan.
Until
this big man came along, looking moreish,
Thereafter,
only tender moments to cherish!
O!
How she loved her Coke and Bacardi rum,
The
concoction made her happy, that’s the sum.
But
woe befell Maurice if he downed one too many
As
sure as hell, it cost him more than a pretty penny!
In
our climes, she could not resist delicious thali khana,
There
is no doubt, this was living heavenly manna,
Existing
down under, all sanitized, hygienic and good,
Out
here, our cooks throw themselves into our food!
Now
with her man gone, sitting in a comfortable home,
Thinking
of ranges she once used to run free and roam,
That
sparkle in her eye still drives old men crazy,
And
renders their knees weak and vision hazy!
Antonio
18th March
2012
