Saturday Afternoon Poetry, week 5

Making Light of Auntie
by X. J. Kennedy

I like to shuffle in my socks
across our scuffy carpet.
And touch Aunt Sue and give her shocks.
I gave her one so sharp it
caused her to shoot right out of her shoes
with WOW a big blue spark!
Now Auntie Sue's the bulb we use
to read by after dark.