Marry Which Merry Witch, Mary

In an Inn, Pierre pared a pear which came in a pair But his butt is wack’s coz he whacks the wax one first That he won, son of a gun, under the fare sun at the fair. Yet he needed Ann the witch, who kneaded and was well versed, With sects of belles and beaus who have sex, wearing bells And bows. Back in the Inn, the merry witch Mary, Planned to marry off two halves of an ogre, using spells; She chanted hoo and oohs, too, until the ooze from a fairy Brewed a brood of eight, plus the maid, that Ann the witch ate. Who could have guessed that her twice four guests Who lived on a ferry and made wax fruits and fake cakes; Yet for odd reasons, buried berries with awls, fore all evil quests. For Homo's Only Contest