Next I really love my Aunty; Honestly, I do. Even though she teases me, I'm sure she loves me too. My sister had her wedding. It was quite the fancy do. Aunty whispered in my ear, "That will soon be you." Trish is very pretty, And Delilah is delightful, You should get married soon, Or you'll grow old and spiteful. Sister had a baby boy, And we wet the infant's head. "Get off your tush and have your own!" So my Aunty said. "Be married first, of course, So as not to misbehave. Then we all can welcome home Vera, Chuck, and Dave." Aunty never bore a child, Nor did she take a mate. But she'd taunt me with reminders At each sacrament or fete. The years went by and father died. The vicar read the text. I nudged my dear old Aunty, "By the way, you're next."

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