Caunt

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