My drunk, Aunt
Its’ Halloween, I am waiting for the fairy queen,
She is my aunt, but mostly drunk.
Every year, she turned me into a princess,
So far her magic was always a success.
This year I decided to be Cinderella,
Wearing a beautiful dress and a shiny crown.
Here she comes, but O my, she is drunk!
I am nervous, what if she mess it up?
And I changed into a dud?
She waved her wand, to turn me into Cinderella,
But then she slurred, and transformed me, into Annabelle!
I’m a freaking, scary doll!
Kids would not do trick a treat with me,
Changed me back, I plead.
But her magic can only do once the trick,
Now I am a total freak.
I grabbed the wand, I gave it a try, and Poof!
Here I am standing, big and orange,
I am a pumpkin!!
Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2021
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