This is a memory from my childhood, when I was about Nine years old. <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts have come through the door, <br />They haven't been here for six months or more, <br />Their presence is such an incredible bore, <br />Well I think so! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts are so out of date, <br />I soon noticed that when they came through the gate, <br />Their dresses date back to nineteen-o-eight, <br />Well I think so! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts have kisses that smother, <br />With whiskery chins as one will discover, <br />Each one is just as bad as the other, <br />Well I think so! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts look all around our place, <br />Tutting and waving their hands, so the lace <br />Which encircles their wrists shakes a pace, <br />Why don't they go! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts are staying to tea, <br />They're both very fat and will eat more than me, <br />There'll be nothing left, just you wait and see, <br />I told you so! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts they gossip away, <br />About this and that and 'not in our day', <br />They never will listen to what others say, <br />I really feel low! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts say it's a disgrace, <br />The way I'm allowed to get dirt on my face, <br />And go running around with an undone shoelace, <br />Well, I can't tie a bow! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts have had 'forty winks', <br />Mother had said they will go soon, she thinks, <br />They're both motionless like a couple of sphinx, <br />Why don't they go! <br /> <br />The visiting Aunts are off down the lane, <br />Thank goodness they've gone now, they're really a pain, . <br />I hope that they never visit again, <br />Please, days go slow! <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-visiting-aunts/
