The Eccentric Aunt

I have an aunt
Who’s dear to me
And full of
Eccentricity

I’ve come to expect now
Over the years
Feathers in her hair
And paint on her ears

And also her eating
Of food that is hot
Then washing it down
With a big whiskey shot

So I guess it shouldn’t
Seem strange to me
That she puts cream
Into her tea

It’s true, it’s really
Not that odd
And coffee drinkers
Would applaud

But the thing to me
That’s not so nice
Is putting it into
Tea with ice

Yuck