Relatively Speaking
I've got one less relative than Snow White
alas, none of my six relations are a delight
Let me tell you about my cousin Regina
After childbirth, she's got a slack v'gina
She’s had a set of twins in May this year
Hubby’s impotence is her greatest fear
Her hypochondriac hubby, his name is Bill
says that he cannot work, claims he's too ill
But he’s fit as a flea, and I know he's faking…
he’s unable to work, but up for baby making!
Next up is where their trouble begins
with Boris and Donald their terrible twins
They both rule the roost with a rod of iron
Regina can’t cope as they’re always cryin’
My brother Steve now calls himself Fred
He’s a total fruitcake who claims he’s dead
I treat all our conversations with derision
as out of the grave he’s frequently risen!
My bone idle sister she’s called Laura-Annie
folk can’t take their eyes off her huge fanny
she parades round in tight leopard skin pants
and the ground vibrates if she starts to dance
Six Relatives Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Crutsinger
10/31/20
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