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DOWN A STORM DRAIN GONE FOREVER.

There was once a wicked, jealous old human,
Who lived in a house down the lane, 
Not far from us,
Ugly and mean sounding, couldn’t tell
If man or woman,
Was narky to the neighborhoods children, 
Including me,
We discovered this human was woman with 
One large bosom!
She lived on her own, no children or husband, 
Or even a pet,
She always wore the same apron, her hands always
Hidden in this grubby apron, 
My friends decided on a bet,
That she had a gun and would should shoot,
Us all dead
Why else would she always keep her hands 
In her apron we said!
We could never have guessed the truth 
About this apron.
One day we saw two young girls laughing at her
She was furious, fiddled in her apron 
And immediately, 
Upon doing this, the girls fell, and each 
Broke a leg!
We couldn’t believe what we had seen, I noticed a
Hairpin on the path, going back, very sharp,
And then another and another, 
Each one, a different color.
Obviously someone was throwing the 
Used pins away,
In a very careless way!
I have to find out what is in her apron pocket,
I said to my friends, so early the next day,
We all met
Behind her house, I was chosen to be 
The pickpocket,
So I crept along the bushes outside her house
Waiting for her to have her afternoon snooze, 
I saw a locket around her neck which was open
And from it peeped bright colored 
Hairpins, she was asleep, 
With one eye open, I thought I could see
Her eye socket!
Terrified I stretched out my hand, put it gently
Into her apron pocket,
And pulled out a tattered faceless little doll,
Home made from potato sackcloth,
A voodoo doll, screamed James,
He was certainly not wrong for he played
A great deal of TV horror games!
She obviously pricked the voodoo doll 
With colored pins,	
Every time someone annoyed her, she would one
Day pay for her sins!
As quickly as we could we ran to the nearest drain
Down the street and dropped it in, it fell silently
And disappeared, gone forever, 
That woman was not sane!
The next day early we walked towards her house,
The house was empty and the horrid old witch gone,
We breathed a sigh of relief as we watched
A new morning dawn!

Contest: Down a storm drain, gone forever,
Sponsor: Eve Roper 
Date entered: 2019/03/02
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