My aunt is a maiden some suspect past forty,I am thinking they went with assonance, rhyme scheme and meter (and indeed SWE) as mere general reference points to coordinate activities rather than as ironclad imperatives to be unflinchingly obeyed. Your go-to rhyme for 'Tiffany' really should be 'Epiphany.'
With a knack for keeping the suitors at bay.
'Ten cats in her apartment, she's surely dotty!'
But my aunt cared less what they say.
It is fun when she takes us out indulging
Til our bellies (and hers) are bulging,
Then she'll shows us her Pradas, Vuittons & Tiffany,
She dearly calls them, 'my babies.'
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