Aunt Sue

(I wrote this song for my aunt. She was on vacation with four rowdy children.)

These kids are making me mad.

They’re always acting so bad.

They don’t know when to stop,

It makes me want to pop.

But if one thing helps make it fine

every time,

It’s wine.

At the flip of a dime

I can go drink

A glass of wine.

If they won’t shut up,

Won’t you pour another cup.

If I’m having a bad day,

hey hey, a chardene.

Would I like another glass?

Why pass.

When I sit down the waitreses know

What I want.

These kids always seem to

Hit, fight, or taunt.

Throughout the madness,

one thing’s for sure:

They never shut up,

So pour.

Pour my wine,

It’s time

to have a drink.

These kids are so loud

I can’t hear myself think.