Ethel's Remedies

Her name was Ethel....(yes, like the gasoline) She smelled of menthol...(much like Vick's Vaseline) A long time neighbor, from down the lane She was married twice...(or was it thrice?)... A widowed lady, we knew her well A bit disgruntled, and a bit dismantled A bit unusual.....a bit disturbed and most the time, seemed quite perturbed!! And as a kid....of her, I feared! So scared of her that when she came .....Holy Moly, off I'd run! And hide away..........'til she was gone! She was a mix of ice.....a tad of nice.... But my mother trusted her sage advice She had a cure for most everything....some seemed rather sensible Some quite extreme!!! The worst indeed..............(Please excuse my dilemma!) She believed in the (OMG!!) THE ENEMA!! (Well....now you can see .....just why I hid!!) And castor oil..............gahhhhhh.......how disgusting!! Should only be used when parts are rusting!!!!!! And an old rag wrapped and rubbed on your wart Then into a hole.....dug out by the fort.... Yep!! Now, why would a dishrag buried in the yard Could have such power to rid.................................A WART?? Ridiculous notions....all of her potions......but... Golly, Gee Whiz! , I'll have to say... That I've been wart free.........since buried rag days!! Oh, Miss Ethel..............perhaps you were weird.... but you would fix a mother's fears... Could you still fix-up all my own.... all of my fears....after all these years? Just NO MORE ENEMAS!!! Please Miss Ethel..... Oh !! my dear !! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------