Aunt Cecelia

A Flatulent old bird

Good old Aunt Cecelia

A lover of the arts

She had a nice demeanour

But she did horrid eggy farts

 

She suffered from her flatulence

At least umpteen times a day

And if you stood too close to her

She’d take your breath away

 

People opened all the windows

If she entered their rooms

Some ended up on oxygen

From breathing up her fumes

 

When she developed piles

The doctor had an awful task

He bent down to examine her

And screamed for a gas mask

 

This was many years ago

Aunt Cecelia is now gone

She was only buried six feet deep

So there’s still a horrid pong