Aunt Mary

I used to be upset, That Aunt Mary was not like the rest. My first name honored her, But pushed me away, Because she was not the best! She was sweet, She was slow, Had fears I would never know. I saved her once from a fear, While I laughed inside from what I hear. She believed electricity leaked out the plugs, Crawled around the house like bugs. So, every plug was used for lamps, Every bill was extremely high, Until I bought the safety plugs, To pass it by. No more leaking electricity, No more extreme bill! She called me a "genius" And to this day I am proud to have Aunt Mary's name, I'll never think of her with shame.