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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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