Whenever Auntie moves around,
Her dresses make a curious sound,
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
This one reminds me about an old neighbour (she is close to 90 years old at the moment!) She has known me ever since i was a kid of 3! She is a great person, wears such old fashioned clothes and always behaves like a Victorian lady :) This poem rebrings her to my memory.
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