My Bad Auntie
My favourite aunt is very bad!
We creep downstairs so Mom and Dad,
Won’t see us sneak cookies and cake,
Or march the dog around on skates.
We dance the hoola in our socks,
We spin tall glasses and change the clocks.
My Auntie likes to startle crows,
And make a mess wherever she goes.
She plays the drums in a rock’n’roll band,
And chases donkeys along the sand,
She’s a go-cart fiend and always wins,
She plays in leaves, and spins (and spins).
My auntie blows bubbles in shapes like cats,
And bowling balls and baseball bats.
When she’s a magician I never know,
How she does it, or where she goes.
My auntie plays the flute sometimes,
And writes me poems (they always rhyme).
She climbs the trees, hangs upside down,
And chases dogs ‘round and ‘round.
We go to plays and symphonies,
And both try hard not to sneeze.
At the county fair she swan dives,
From the tippy-top of the scariest ride!
At the swimming pool, she’s a shark,
And a dinosaur at the park.
When we walk by she always stops,
For rainbow fudge at the ice cream shop.
When she’s tired she cuddles with ted,
And falls asleep in my bed.
If I asked right then I think she could,
Change for me, from bad … to good!
Please read my blog post for more on Bad Aunties.
Philippa is a copywriter, children's author and accomplished poet.
Her work has appeared inThe Literary Review of Canada, The Adirondack Review, Blue Skies Poetry, and other journals.
Below are links to some of her online published poetry:
The Literary Review of Canada, Ripple
The Adirondack Review, Then that summer, Daniel
Blue Skies Poetry, Soft Canvas
Best Poem, After
Poems on Philippa's Blog