One morning, my aunt woke up and noticed an unpleasant
wrinkle on her flawless skin
And started thinking, did she ever commit any horrible sin?
She blamed the mirror
For causing such a terror.
She tried so many lotions
And missed no potions
But Alas! found no cure
As it would certainly reappear
She mourned and prayed
Still, it would not fade
She was no wise
And could not realize
For they are going to be many more
With each passing year
So make merry and cheer
And have no fear, shed no more tear
For Aunt dear, you shall be loved more and more
With each passing year