Great Aunt and Uncle
When little, once, I stayed abroad,
In my Great-Aunt’s abode.
Gold hearted, she kept up the house;
She cooked, and cleaned, and sewed.
When he came home, she greeted him,
And pecked his rugged cheek.
“How was work?” she asked him,
“Same old same” he smiled, meek.
He mumbled words only for her
As he took off his hat,
Then ordered “Whiskey please madame!”
And with a grin he sat.
“You drink too much.”
Knocking mud off of his boots.
But I got distinct impressions
Those old souls were in cahoots.