Monday, August 23, 2010

A pile of bones

The warlock beat the brass pot the witch screeched out the tune
Around the bone pile dancing beneath an autumn moon
Fruitbasket for his headgear a scarf of black she wore
A minion of no power a nemesis evermore
“Come out you evil black cat. A heinous trick we moans.”
“Hiding mama’s dentures in a pile of broken bones.”

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