A tribute to Bad Aunties everywhere

We all have one, that favourite Aunt who happily breaks the rules for us, and goes along with our crazy, childhood schemes, most of the time behind our parent's backs.

Hey, what are Aunts for?

Recently, our family lost a wonderful Aunt. So here, as a tribute to naughtiness-inducing, scheme-loving Aunts everywhere, is a poem I wrote her many years ago:

My Bad Auntie

My favourite aunt is very bad!
We creep downstairs so Mom and Dad,
Won’t see us sneak cookies and cake,
Or march the dog around on skates.

We dance the hoola in our socks,
We spin tall glasses and change the clocks.
My auntie likes to startle crows,
And make a mess wherever she goes.

She plays the drums in a rock’n’roll band,
And chases donkeys along the sand,
She’s a go-cart fiend and always wins,
She plays in leaves, and spins (and spins).

My auntie blows bubbles in shapes like cats,
And bowling balls and baseball bats.
When she’s a magician I never know,
How she does it, or where she goes.

My auntie plays the flute sometimes,
And writes me poems (they always rhyme).
She climbs the trees, hangs upside down,
And chases dogs ‘round and ‘round.

We go to plays and symphonies,
And both try hard not to sneeze.
At the county fair she swan dives,
From the tippy-top of the scariest ride!

At the swimming pool, she’s a shark,
And a dinosaur at the park.
When we walk by she always stops,
For rainbow fudge at the ice cream shop.

When she’s tired she cuddles with ted,
And falls asleep in my bed.
If I asked right then I think she could,
Change for me, from bad … to good!

Here's a longer blog post about this amazing Auntie: http://phdowding.blogspot.ca/2016/11/...