Aunt Eek is a bit of a relic
She’s 105 years old
She comes from an age
Where the men were all sage
And the women did what they were told

Her memories may be as priceless
As the contents of the Queen’s cellar
But this didn’t mean a lot to people
When we tried to sell her

We love our aunt
We truly do
But she’s so old
She barely moves

Just sitting there
In her old chair
Collecting dust
In her grey hair

But we’ll keep polishing her
And dusting her
And make her so clean
That she’ll be the finest Aunt Eek
Anyone’s ever seen.

Aunt Eek - A short funny poem about an antique auntie