Fixed upon a
stare
and I dare untie the look.

needlepoints and button hooks
and afternoon spent with Aunt Maud.

She covered up piano legs
and
wrote letters to the press
but,
as mad a box of monkeys
nevertheless.

Down the coach and horses in the 'snug'
with a bottle of stout
easy to get her in there
next to impossible getting her out

and then dear Lord you took Aunt Maud
a mistake you'll come to rue and
when she bends your ear for half a year
you'll not know what to do.