She’s my niece in flaw

Gather ye coal dust all through May
That’s not  a man,it’s my husband.
He’s my brother-in-flaw.
That’s my sin in law.
That’s my cats tale.He only has  one but it’s good.
Can  I carry my sister?
I do worry  my sister
He was my uncle  but no newt.
She was my aunt by barrage
He tells lies as if he was born to Trump
If he is a liar, I’ll eat my cat
He’s as honest as the ploy  is wrong.
If he wins I’ll boot myself.
I want to see the natives of Britain.But they are all dead.
I can’t stand  being a fake anymore.
I want to  be good but I  need Grace.
I sin every day.But at least I know.