In the Soup

IN THE SOUP My late aunt was always getting herself in the soup, Wanted to share this with my poetry group, Good clients of ours we invited home for a Greek meal But my aunt made a mistake she couldn’t conceal, Angelina’s boyfriend was nineteen years younger, Handsome son said my aunt, what a lucky mother. And before I had time to give her a kick under the table She continued to speak nonsense, when are you due, I whispered to my mom, your sister sounds unstable, Yes Angelina said, I’ve put on a lot of weight of late, I can see said my aunt , but when is your due date! My mom walked out, she was fuming, so did my dad, I was left holding the baby, excuse the pun, This dinner party was getting out of control, not fun So I said to my aunt your temperature from your flu Has made you delirious, come lie down, but we We were not yet out of the soup, came back in an hour, Sat down and carried on, Jenny has told me You have our invitations for the wedding in your Bag and the last straw was this “my commiserations” To the boyfriend instead of my congratulations! Fortunately my dad was filling up Angelinas glass And the boyfriend’s with wine, They were quite pickled when they left, Did no recall a thing that was said,so all was fine. Needless to say my aunt was never again invited When guests were around, otherwise The next time, with pleasure would have crowned Her myself and she would also be grounded! After my aunt and uncle had left, we laughed hysterically Because all was in fact said naively, not hypocritically! English was not her mother tongue, recently Came from Greece, And wanted to make conversation and please, Nothing was said intentionally.