Chased By Freakish Whores

Caterwauling I had never heard From brown bowels of the wizard’s herd. Turned black Satan bat into a nerd. Enchanted witch asked for a word. I was being chased by freakish whores. Pure mischief oozed out of my pores. I pounded on my grandmother’s doors, She could not hear over her snores. I frantically tried others’ door mats. Whores transmogrified into cats. I ran straight to Arizona flats. But uh-oh Satan had more bats. The caterwauling is here again. I’m not sure which house it is in. A door opens; I am pulled inside. And sadly there’s no place to hide.