Oh Edna, dear Edna, Oh Edna my queen
You don't half remind me of my Aunt Doreen
A bit of a slapper, a bit of a tart
As feisty as hell and incredibly sharp
Everyone loved her because she was fun
When younger I called her my portion of sun
If anyone crossed her, how dearly they paid
Her tongue was as sharp as a new scalpel blade
Brutally honest and painfully blunt
A bit of a bastard and a bit of a cunt
She swore like a trooper and drank like a fish
I think that most nights she was out on the piss
She knew how to work and she knew how to play
She managed to smoke twenty woodbine a day
She was totally unlike an Auntie should be
But, God how I loved her and how she loved me
Oh Edna, dear Edna, Oh Edna my queen
You would have adored my dear Aunt Doreen
In a list
A contest entry
- Edna's 60th Contest - TWO THOUSAND POINTS! by Edna Sweetlove.
1850 points, ended August 20, 2007, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great write - which I'm sure will appeal to Edna, being the beautiful sensitive soul that she is. I wish you luck in the contest with this well written ode to her.
Ann
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This is a hoot and deserves the best of results keep on rhyming! My favourite aunt was a bit like Doreen.
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i wonder if edna has visited 'Rubyz club' here in bournemouth..if you wish to meet the 'queen' you will here . many times over... a great write again fee,,and best of luck to you
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With sycophancy like this you are bound to win something, you know that.
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