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Spare The Mice

Poetry By: VampireCigk
Poetry



Mash once,
Mash twice,
Mash thrice,
But spare the mice.

She’s known as the wicked witch
Of the west.
But she’s actually a good witch,
Because she always tries her best.


Submitted:Apr 25, 2011    Reads: 26    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


Mash once,
Mash twice,
Mash thrice,
But spare the mice.
She's known as the wicked witch
Of the west.
But she's actually a good witch,
Because she always tries her best.
I wouldn't cross her,
If you know what I mean.
She has a temper in her,
That'll make you scream.
She's kind at heart,
But not at first glance.
She'd never break your heart,
But her looks would chase you off at a glance.
Mash once,
Mash twice,
Mash thrice,
But spare the mice.
Her name is Glenda,
Because she lives in the glen.
But don't call her Glenda,
She prefers to be called Glen.
Se can't fly,
She can't brew a spell,
She couldn't hurt a fly,
With her bell.
She sings and cheers,
All day long.
She calls everyone dears,
No matter the song.
Mash once,
Mash twice,
Mash thrice,
But spare the mice.




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