Aunty Betty

Aunty Betty ate spaghetti Every chance she got For every plateful Very grateful, she Would scoff the bloomin’ lot Aunty Betty ate spaghetti Several times a day With every course A different sauce, and That’s just how it would stay Aunty Betty ate spaghetti Far too much it seems The urge so strong It didn’t take long, ‘til She busted apart at the seams Poor Aunty Betty, there’s no more spaghetti And the look on her face just confirms That there in her belly It’s not vermicelli But thousands of wriggly worms