To My Octogenarian Aunt
If you're still out chasing fellas
and you're wobbly on your feet,
Catch one that can tie his tie,
and dresses rather neat.
Be sure you sleep in seperate beds
so you can't hear him snore,
Seperate rooms are dandy too
so you can close your door.
And if he comes to pester you
just kiss him on the cheek,
And tell him that your headache
should be gone this time next week !
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:I wrote this little ditty to celebrate my
Aunt Graces' 80th Birthday.