Auntie ironed creases <br />On all the clothing pieces <br />So that her kids and husband wouldn't carp <br />She wouldn't by devices <br />Used trousers to cut slices <br />With creases that were far to bloody sharp <br /> <br />Auntie sliced the veggies <br />Then cut spuds into wedgies <br />And buttered 'hovis' slices for us teas <br />Then took her husbands trousers <br />To point some local houses <br />And chop herself some fire-wood from trees <br /> <br />Auntie's now in prison <br />They came to a decision <br />That Auntie's ironing caused a lot of harm <br />Her husband lost his footing <br />His trousers sharp and cutting <br />Had accidently severed his left arm<br /><br />steve stirk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aunties-creases/
