My aunt jane
There was a woman named Jane,
Who never liked to see it rain.
So she listened to the song umbrella,
So she could dance with a nice fit fella.
All work and no play is grim,
So she goes to turkey for a little swim.
Off she goes for all inclusive,
Whilst she looks at all the exclusives.
Keep the drinks coming, it’s all paid for,
Whilst Jane settles down on the sea shore.
Cheers cock she laughs as she raises her glass,
And tries to remain at the top of the class.
Out at night, painting the Turkish town red,
Passing couples that are just newlywed.
Jane knows just how to party the night away,
And to relax with her friends in the secret hideaway.
How Jane is single I just do not know,
Any man would be lucky to have her in tour.
I love her wicked sense of humor,
I am so tempted to spread a little rumor,
That jane is the best aunty in the world.
I loved her hair when it was curled,
And her dirty little laughter,
Her jokes leave me happy forever after.
This was a poem about a woman named jane,
Who certainly isn’t that plain.
She will turn your frown upside down,
Whilst she acts as funny as a circus clown.
Jane is a very special lady, so don’t be shady,
And she will still be awesome when she turns eighty.