There once was a Vodka Aunt named Shay.
She'd flirt with young hot men all day.
Drinking Vodka straight from the bottle. Past the men she'd strut, never wattle. She'd dress in a beautiful dress of pure silk cloth, and wear a backpack which is in actuality a live sloth.
She'd be my maid of honor when I got married, and the Vodka Aunt burden she'd still have carried.
If I had kids She'd help them out, spill some tea and give them clout. Tell them where the alchahol is kept, fight on their side when we discept.
ps. Im probably thinking I should keep her away from my future kids