Halloween Window Washer
Halloween window washer sprays himself in the face
Cares not a whit, for he does not have eyes in place.
Being a skeleton makes it so easy for him someone says.
It is a jealous old witch named Lucinda Inez.
Halloween window washer gives her a blast with his gun.
She falls off her broom, six stories down, which is kind of fun.
Her familiar, a cat, stays on the broom and drives it around.
The last time I say him, he was dancing on it all over town.
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