My mother and I wrote this poem to go along with our gift at my Aunt's bridal shower. Sadly, we weren't able to attend, due to the fact she lives 16 hours away.
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon…
and it is time to get out your cooking spoon.
Tyler will soon be home from work,
and if there is no dinner, he may go berserk.
To avoid that awful fate,
you’ll need to put something on his plate.
I will keep you clean and neat.
(our present was a Gigi's Toile Apron.... perfect for Aunt Angie, and her nickname is "Gigi.")
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