Revolting Rhymes

Mrs twit sat wondering, As the storm outside was thundering, she scratched her head and thought so hard why she was always called a big fat tart, Mrs Twit felt her tummy rumble, As she slipped and fell to the ground with a tumble, She fixed herself a treat so yum, if you knew it would make your face go numb, she ate up the bowl of maggots dipped in ketchup, and dropped worm juice all over her sketch book, It was that good anyway, All she drew were frogs let me say.