Jealous of Fancy Schmancy Gorgeous Witch
we had never seen such a fancy, schmancy, gorgeous witch.
She is a siren, look at how her hat has a magical pitch.
This was told to us by a jealous crone with ugly teeth.
Her brain was full of worms, said my cousin Keith.
They were terrified of the gorgeous witch named Belle.
She was a siren witch, born six states away in a pumpkin dell.
Because she was a foreigner, they said mean things about her.
She was nice to me, so she became my friend for life, said Burr.
Burr made up her own mind about people and witches you see.
Others’ ideas and prejudices had no influences on her choices.
She liked siren witch, and talked her praises to Bree, Catty and me.
The only ones not convinced were two cousins, both Joyces.
They never gave anyone new a way to get into their clique.
Judging people upside, downside, their thinking distorted and thick.
She’ll always be a newcomer; we’ll never let her in they said.
These two were as welcoming as a corpse that had been overfed.
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