Once there was an overloaded aunt,
Whose habit was to taunt.
Always she walked like in parade,
And was always ready for a raid.
Her husband was a roller brown,
But she ever knocked him down.
She was like a dummy drum,
Having a buffalo's tum.
Once one dared to call her "bear"
Still is unable to stand and stare.
If she would be army's part,
Enemies would have fallen apart.
She is an asset of our society,
And is our mortal deity.