Aunt Polly was a real lady
She could play the ukulele
But she had a taste for
booze
The cheapest she could
choose
She would draw your
portrait
For fifty cents, all of
which went
Right back to the liquor
store
Where she would buy some more
Some say she was tormented
And though her art she
vented
But Aunt Polly was still a
lady
She could play the ukulele
She could play the ukulele
Aunt Polly sounds suspiciously like an old neighbor. She didn't play the uke, but she had an accordion. :)
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