Aunti Inflammatri

She’s a supercharged amalgam, of rolling stone and talcum..

Never found an easy place to be…she’s an aunti

A cast iron baby boomer, convinced défense de fumer..

As black and grey as old time ITV….she loved blue peter

 

Getting raddled by the day from the Smirnoff Perrier.

A nip to keep the blues at bay..a proud lush

Dusty tampon in her bag, bits that have begun to sag

It ain’t coming back any day…press to flush

 

What a little fox she’d been, shopped ken market on her own,..

She’s a Confidante of nieces,… is that patchouli?

A 60’s biba baby face, Confident strutting out her grace..

nephews are a pain …..She’s an aunti

She’s an ill fitting aunti in dubious slacks got a massive VPL and curdled sling backs…

She’s an ill fitting aunti with

 

From the Madison and twist, to the daily mailed fist,

Never thought it’d be such a trek

Via mogadon and help from her good friend Pam,

She sort of loved him, what the heck, hippy ankher

 

Relationships don’t bother mate, He had a white transit,

he’ll not be back to grab a granny ..feeling rotten

Those summers dreams weren’t ripped at the seams

Just the summer tights and the money…ooh poly cotton


She’s an ill fitting aunti in dubious slacks got a massive VPL and curdled sling backs…

She’s an ill fitting aunti 

 She needs the light to pray by, crumpled tissues in the layby

poor girl couldn’t not take no more

So spare a thought for aunti, A big old toast to aunti,

she took a walk up the M4, life in the fast lane

 

A norbert Detressangle, got her in a proper tangle

It was the cause of her demise

Thirty six wheels , split, splot, splat, they sealed,

The carnage of her goodbyes

 

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