She thought she’d make a cracking aunt
But circumstances mean she can’t
(Uncertain how it came to grudge
She suspects a spousal nudge)
But if there was a way her voice could reach you
The one and only thing she’d teach you
Is that it is folly to assume
That just because you shared a womb
There’s some adamantine loyalty
Born of uterine proximity
And if that mateteral seed alone is planted
Then, at least, she will have aunted
