Dinner at Aunties

I went to my aunts for dinner.
She is on a diet to get quite thinner.
So she made beans, peas, and brocoli.
Now my aunt is a terrible cook.
At the sight of these things I shook.
I had to eat them to be polite.
My uncle was smarter. Hes said they didn't smell right.
Aunt put it all in her prim little mouth.
She spit them out.
For all we know, she is still running south.

Why is it that most of your poems have a third line that doesn't quite fit? lol...good job though, this made me laugh Just a typo.. it is 'smarter'

Oopps. I will edit. I was in a hurry.

its good but it says Now my aunt is a terrible cook was she a good cook before

Actually, this is about a fictious aunt. My aunt is a extremly good cook.(with 9 kids, she kinda has to be)!

I don't know... the beginning reminds me of a limerick, but it isn't one. Perhaps if you edit it a little bit, you can make it a limerick? It might make it slightly smoother.