Category: International Womens Day

My Aunties Come From Yorkshire

 

I have a lot of aunties,

A dozen rare and best;

They’re spread around in t’county’s towns

Up north, south, east and west.

 

These aunties are quite feisty,

Formidable and tough.

In times of strife their pluckiness

Shines out when things get rough.

 

A case in point is Rita;

Demure and introvert,

Ostensibly a dear old thing

In pinny and tweed skirt.

 

But Aunty Rita’s fearless,

Despite her dodgy knees,

She treks up t’jungle rivers

In her slippers, saving trees.

 

With thick prescription glasses

And loosely held false teeth,

She’ll scale up t’steepest edifice,

Ignoring what’s beneath.

 

For Aunty Rita’s famous

Within that SAS;

No lurking foe could lay her low,

Or make her acquiesce.

 

If wading through a swampland

And struck by t’deadly snake,

She’ll give it what for with t’handbag

Then leave it in her wake.

 

She’s part of Yorkshire folklore,

With daring tales abound,

A place where dear old aunties

Can amaze, shock and astound.

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© Jonathan Humble

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Jonathan Humble is a teacher and a poet – his website can be found here.