Bag of Spiders
Inside this cell no sell, just a bag of spiders big and fat
with gnarly hands she tucks away fifty crawlies in her hat
Her name is Katz and she loves cats but not old stinky rats
she thrums aside the prison door like a pining cat
Witches brew and boogaloo I cast a spell on you
muddle muddle fuddle duddle here's a stick of fever few
as the warden goes a jumping he unlocks on cue
spider spider drunk on cider, wackalacka spew !
On a broom made of chrome I will fly me back to Rome
all the spiders in my sack will find their way back home
wiggle wiggle jiggle niggle cruise but do not roam
in my cauldron little Gretel, cries and weeps alone
Well here is how the bones are stewed soft and tender,
gently brewed
well here is how the bones are stewed soft and tender,
freshly stewed....
June 15, 2023
Contest Name: Bag Of Spiders
Sponsor : Matt Caliri
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