Best Aunties Poems

Aunties Tomato Greenhouse

  Walk up to the greenhouse,
  Step inside the door,
  There's a forest of tomato plants,
  Wander around, have a look and explore.
  Look left, then look right,
  Then at the ceiling to the floor,
  Surrounded...

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When I was growing up, my Dad
had some quaint old fashioned notions
of what a good girl should or shouldn’t do.
I didn’t want to make him sad
I tried so hard to please him.
But dear old Daddy didn’t have a clue.
Sometime I slipped a little and
I’d hear...

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They value their antics 
Not worth their aunties...

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I always wanted my auntie’s giraffe vase that held flowers.
It was given to me on a day where the sky filled with showers.
I brought him home and filled him up with posies fine.
Thrilled in every direction that he was finally and truly mine!...

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An Aunties Wedding

There was an empty Players box 
flattened beneath the dancers
a scent of receding tide on the quay
swept, green, slick as hair oil 
bound by ginger sideburns
your dress shaped like a rocket to the moon
a wigwam to play in days before the day
I was...

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Her apartment house was shaped like a tall woman’s boot.
I could see why she chose to live there, it did in fact suit.
Her disposition, her opinions, her ideals and her attitude.
Being inside with her, reading, put me into a powerful mood.

Women power forever! My assertive,...

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Her colors are outrageous the grays and tans said.
I loved them myself, so thought they were off in their head.
The other kids loved Auntie’s slather of gorgeous hues too.
For blah beige-type colors we truly wanted to give a loud boo.

Auntie’s house was full of giggles,...

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She had her best sweater,
though youve never seen her worst,
it werent much better than her Tuesday best.
Though there was a good vibe about her wearing it.
a super life heat ecrusted,
a warp speed to her existence,
George Lucas signed 1977 star wars sweater.
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Elsie, Lucy, Olive, this small boy's remarkable old aunts.
Oh, how they rubbed their hands.
But with glee or sorrow? Or even anger?

Elsie had a strict-looking expression - 
when not rubbing her hands.
Lucy wore spectacles that pinched her nose
and, oh, had such a thin smile -
when not...

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