Charming She Was
Blind in one eye with the voice of a shrew
Her chin came to a point, moles wildly grew
From her cheeks in a manner grotesquely askew
Charming she was; you just had to view
Her misshapen fingers, all gnarly and bony
Her neck with its dirt-covered mane, like a pony
And her breath, ever reeking of stale macaroni
Charming she was; you might say she was toney
Her garb so macabre that it gave me a fright
Her eyes bolts of lightning, turning grown men white
Of a sudden, mad Zelda shot me a sensuous look
So I popped the big question; "Hey, witch, can you cook?"
With a sneer and a snarl, she replied in this way:
"Try this brew from my cauldron; it'll make your day."
The taste was a bit strange; I didn't know what to say
Then I looked in the mirror ~ It had curled my toupee
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