Mrs Otis

Mary Morse demanded a horse "Give me a horse I say! I want a damned horse You'll get it of course Tomorrow is my birthday!" Mary was scary and very specific "The horse that you get me must be terrific And only ten inches tall So I can take her to school in my bag She won't have to live in a stall." "A ten inch horse is not scientific," Her fearful parents said. "It's all that I want!" was Mary's brag "Get it or you'll be dead!" All they could find for her On such short notice: A three-inch robot horse They named Mrs. Otis. But Mary was mad! "Mrs. Otis won't do!" She hacked up her parents, Flushed them down the loo. The ghosts of her parents Returned to the house To possess Mrs. Otis As small as a mouse. The small robot horse Climbed up Mary's cooch And stirred up her organs a scootch The horse popped back out And ran all about Then moved to Bagdad without notice.