Never Going Back To See Old May
If you can outfox the broom you may stay
I thought this was a weird sentiment to convey
A most unusual phrase from my cousin Old May
Then the crone did a two-step sunshine sashay.
She brought tiny ham sandwiches out on a tray
I nibbled a small bit, for I am faerie, and fey.
You can eat more than that! Said a cocky blue jay.
I choked on the ham, my face turned a bit gray.
Hey! What did you put in her food, Old May?
The crone smiled and said “She’ll be okay”.
I drove straight home, down the busy freeway.
Resolving to never go back after that day.
If she invites me, I shall always say nay.
I threw away May’s address down by the bay.
The blue jay came to me in the month of May.
To say May’s funeral was at two on a Tuesday.
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