Pike Peak Dreary
~On Pike’s Peak in moonlight as fog lifted,
the maiden of gloom appeared on her broom,
this witch I saw her as her dress drifted,
with multi colored socks and face filled pocks.
~The maiden of gloom appeared on her broom,
she did screech, “Aren’t I a great beauty’s peach?”
With multi colored socks, and face filled pocks,
I impeached gruesome, eerie, ugly, wench .
~She did screech, “Aren’t I a great beauty’s peach?”
I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!"
I impeached gruesome, eerie, ugly, wench,
as she wickedly danced the moonlit glen.
~I said, “Return to east, you gruesome beast!”
She hissed and she retorted , “I’m a beauty!”
As she wickedly dance the moonlit glen,
she hissed, she squawked, in the moonlight she mocked.
~She hissed and she retorted, "I'm a beauty!"
This witch I saw her, as her dress drifted,
she hissed, she squawked, in the moonlight she mocked,
on Pike's Peak, in moonlight, as fog lifted.
For and in Honor of Paula Swanson
And Contest: Back to Back
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