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.
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