Brandy
Was deliciously dandy
And her curtsies
Were quite randy
Which made it all
Very handy
For the boys who enjoyed
Eating candy
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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humor
Artichokes and anchovies
Cooking takes time
Ever stirring the pot
Spicing and tasting
So you know what you’ve got
Throwing in a dash of this
And a little bit of that
Until you’ve got a tasty mixture
Bubbling in the vat
Artichokes and anchovies
Add a great amount of flavor
They’re surely the ingredients
You’ll find that you want to savor
If you’re an ogre that is
Because who else would eat those things?
I can only imagine the upset
The very combination would bring
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Warty
Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Popsicle periscopes and other strange things…
Popsicle periscopes
And other strange things
All seem to spurt out
Whenever she sings
So run for your lives
As the next thing could be
A rhinoceros tumbling
Right onto your knee
Or perhaps she’ll sneeze
That’s sometimes even worse
Oh the things that come out
You might just curse
She seems to be okay
Whenever she stays quiet
But when she coughs
She often starts a riot
Her shouts can get nasty
Things often burst out
Right from her insides
Which make people shout
The worst thing I’ve seen
Is an elephant with a tuba
She just spewed it right out
As she sang a song about Cuba
So don’t get too close
If she begins to make a sound
You’ll likely be squashed
By whatever hits the ground
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Testimony of a peeping alien named Tom
It appeared to be liquid love
Consisting of a mercurial matter
Which then showered across her chest
This curious essence completely splattered
She was then drenched in translucent passion
From his apparent spasmodic contraction
And this all seemed to be the consequence
Of some unknown gravitational reaction
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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