Aufs & oafs

I have always

suspected that

my sister was

a changeling,


Each time our

mother would

go out

to collect wood,


my infant sister

would suddenly,

stand up,


dance about,


play the bag pipes,

drink boiled oil,

and, place

empty walnut


around the fire.


When our mother

would return,

she’d ask,

“Who drank the boiled oil?”


Who do you think?!

Come on, mom, wise up!



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