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.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018
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