Appointment With the Witch Carver
We were all having trouble carving our pumpkins this year.
Me and my relatives, were not able to do it without a tear.
Cutting up our hands in a variety of ways, one slice at a time.
You need the witch carver, I was told at half past nine.
I called her up and made an appointment for six after three.
She was very precise about it that seemed lovely to me.
She took a scalpel and began carving a decorative high heeled shoe.
I was shocked at how reasonable her amazing prices were too.
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