~Aunt Alexandra~
Once an hour-glass figure,
Pinched in the waist, flared in the rear,
Always wearing protective garments.
Strict and stern
Expecting good discipline,
Reprimanding Jem and me always
For being disrespectful.
Like a hand in a glove,
She fitted into society,
But never into Jem’s nor mine,
Maintaining discilpine was all she concerned.
Atticus’ dear sister,
A rule to respect her was passed,
By her ever faithful brother.
Clickety clickety click,
Knitting was her pasttime,
Day or night,
When she wasn’t scolding us…
The poem was well described :) a good poem on Aunt Alexandra's appearances. But you hardly mentioned her mental activity, for example what Aunt Alexandra was thinking at that point of time. I think that would have made the poem an even better descriptive as the mental activity could support her appearences.
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