Haze, Daze and Whimsy Ways
there was a wicked wench
with a wicked vent
a wicked way and away she went
to a pink picket house
beside a picket fence
and a picket sentry in residence
she minded Gothic kids
having great Gothic pals
who drew Gothic art on gorgeous gals
plus a peg-leg pooch
jet black named Spot
whose tail’s tied in a Gordian knot
the neighbors all knew
what we knew not
that what we had is what we got
in a different box
of mixed chocolates
pixy stix and forget-me-nots
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