Witch At Pike's Peak
Once upon a Pike’s Peak dreary,
This witch said her name was Carrie,
Fog so thick couldn’t see nary,
Though her screech was a bit scary!
Suddenly the thick fog lifted,
What I saw was nary gifted,
She stared as on broom she shifted,
Astrid the broom her dress drifted.
I saw her multi colored socks,
Her face was marked with multi pocks,
Ugly wench, as small pile of rocks,
She said, “Aren’t I a beauty’s fox?”
I said, “You are beauty’s least!
On your face, maggots have feasts!
You resemble something deceased!
Beauty’s returned as the beast.”
“Your beauty has been impeached,
Your ugly face has been leeched,
Dried up prune not lovely peach,
Leave me now of thee I beseech.”
Now visit to Pike’s Peak is bleary,
Because of Carrie I’m leery,
Resemblance to exes is eerie,
Place doesn’t fit my game theory!
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2010
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