Return To Sender Poem by Ima Ryma

At family weddings I see
An aunt who always seeks me out,
And right away starts teasing me,
I'll be the next to wed, no doubt.
I know she means no harm, but is
Ever an irritating voice,
Intruding herself in my biz.
Being single is my own choice.
When a distant old cousin died,
I went to the funeral where
I saw my aunt on the far side
Of the service, set in her chair.

To my aunt I did send a text,
'Odds are that you're gonna be next.'