Ghost Witchful Thinking
An old man sat next to me, snap my bra
Gnarly and cracked face he said, "Ooh la la!"
I felt a pinch on the rump
And turned around to a stump
"Hey, witchful ghost, na, na, na."
10/17/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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