You don’t want to mess with my aunt Mary.
When her temper flares up, she’s rather scary.
Her old husband, Duke, she hit with a spoon,
Now his vision’s gotten quite blurry.
I heard she tried to cook him once.
Hit him on the head, so he was cold and knocked out.
He told me he woke up in a shock.
“There she was, seasoning me in a pot!”
My aunt said she had forgotten their anniversary.
She wanted to make sure he was sorry.
When he came to, he smelled of beef stew.
And she laughed ever so hysterically.
Now if there’s one thing in your mind to carry,
Is that you should never mess with my aunt Mary.