Dear old Auntie Anxiety came over today,
A thin prudish woman with nothing nice to say.
"Oh Dear! " She fussed as we prepared to go out
"Are you wearing that? It makes you look stout."
As we walked down the street she glared at each stranger with suspicion.
"I'm keeping you safe." She said, "It's just my life's mission. "
At the store she kept asking " Are you sure you have enough?
By the way Dear you probably don't need all this stuff.
Oh, how's your friend, Marla? Why hasn't she called?
Could she be upset about that thing that happened last fall?
You should cut your hair, never mind you would only look worse.
Is that man staring? I say, do you have your purse?
The cost of groceries has really gone up!
If you aren't careful my dear you'll be on the street shaking a cup!
All day long now I've listened to Aunty Anxiety complain.
How I wish I could just send her back on the train.
Topic(s) of this poem: depression, funny, humour
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