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Sylvia Plath - The Tour
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O maiden aunt, you have come to call.
Do step into the hall!
With your bold
Gecko, the little flick!
All cogs, weird sparkle and every cog solid gold.
And I in slippers and housedress with no lipstick!

And you want to be shown about!
Yes, yes, this is my address.
Not a patch on your place, I guess, with the Javanese
Geese and the monkey trees.
It`s a bit burnt-out,
A bit of a wild machine, a bit of a mess!

O I shouldn`t put my finger in that
Auntie, it might bite!
That`s my frost box, no cat,
Though it looks like a cat, with its fluffy stuff, pure white.
You should see the objects it makes!
Millions of needly glass cakes!

Fine for the migraine or the bellyache. And this
Is where I kept the furnace,
Each coal a hot cross-stitch—a lovely light!
It simply exploded one night,
It went up in smoke.
And that`s why I have no hair, auntie, that`s why I choke

Off and on, as if I just had to retch.
Coal gas is ghastly stuff.
Here`s a spot I thought you`d love—
Morning Glory Pool!
The blue`s a jewel.
It boils for forty hours at a stretch.

O I shouldn`t dip my hankie in, it hurts!
Last summer, my God, last summer
It ate seven maids and a plumber
And returned them steamed and pressed and stiff as shirts.
I am bitter? I`m averse?
Here`s your specs, dear, here`s your purse.

Toddle on home to tea now in your flat hat.
It`ll be lemon tea for me,
Lemon tea and earwig biscuits—creepy-creepy.
You`d not want that.
Toddle on home, before the weather`s worse.
Toddle on home, and don`t trip on the nurse!—

She may be bald, she may have no eyes,
But auntie, she`s awfully nice.
She`s pink, she`s a born midwife—
She can bring the dead to life
With her wiggly fingers and for a very small fee.
Well I hope you`ve enjoyed it, auntie!

Toddle on home to tea!
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