Auntie Dora's Demise

Poor old auntie Dora, was a cook in the Royal Hotel
Her days were spent in the kitchen,that usually stunk like hell
The restaurant was silver service, not that she would ever see
For she was the one who was sweating it out,making cakes for tea
She was famous for her cream cakes, jam tarts and apple pie
Until the day she lost her precious possession, her one and only false eye
She rummaged through the trash bins, and searched the kitchen through.
looking for this piece of glass shining black and blue
It was while she was searching that death was lurking by
Poor old auntie Dora, searching for her eye
She slipped on an oil slick, and went hurtling towards the stoves
She did not see the pot boiling with the Gammons pierced with cloves
Oh my God! what a to do,
Poor old auntie Dora, who lost her eye of blue
Was lying on the floor, with the Gammon in her lap
Her face all distorted, my oh my! what a mishap 
Dead as a Dodo, with one eye staring into space
Blood sweat and tears, streaming down her face
The moral of the story, is while eating apple pie
Make sure that you do not find auntie Dora's eye