Evil Elvira Sit
Evil Elvira Sit was knitting shrunken skulls on sweaters for a friend
Her macabre weird creepy goth ways had no intentions to end
the friend was flattered, but knew she would never wear it
She kept this to herself, fearing the wrath of Evil Elvira Sit.
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