Aunt Agatha’s angry - she’s laddered her tights.
Black socks in the washing have coloured her whites,
And a velvety mole has dug up her lawn.
No wonder her face looks haggard and drawn.
Aunt Agatha’s angry - her saucepan’s boiled dry -
And clean it? Oh goodness, she won’t even try.
She tripped on the carpet and fell on the cat
And the food on her dish hit the wall with a splat.
Aunt Agatha’s angry? No, not any more.
Her boyfriend’s arrived and knocked on her door.
With a big bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine,
Her day’s getting better! She’s now feeling fine!
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