Auntie's Skirts

Whenever Auntie moves around,
Her dresses make a curious sound,
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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This one reminds me about an old neighbour (she is close to 90 years old at the moment!) She has known me ever since i was a kid of 3! She is a great person, wears such old fashioned clothes and always behaves like a Victorian lady :) This poem rebrings her to my memory.