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
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