jealous ones
Charlamagne was a witch who knew her groove
Her clothing was awesome, her fashion sense smooth
Her hair was braided with fluorescent oranges and pinks
She had marvelous peace signs, her boots were cuter than skinks.
She had a sense of herself, that oozed out of her pores
she dressed herself so well, it irritated naysayers and bores
her hat band was peppered with flowers we had never seen
This seemed to make the jealous ones even more mean.
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