‘twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
was peace and goodwill for Joe and his spouse.
The shopping was hers, the wrapping was his
Neither was happy, but neither was mis’.
Presents all done and with a nice tag
As Santas they thought it was all in the bag.
A call from aunt May
“I’m coming to stay
Christmas and New Year
Specially to bring you good cheer”
The year had been bad, the money was tight
They wondered and wondered with all of their might.
Dad, being a pharmacist, knew what to do
In her drink, a special drop and then two.
Stiff and cold was aunt May
By the time they took her away.
When finally they read out the will
She laughed at them still.
A fortune she left and Joe was her heir
Provided she’d died – elsewhere!