While standing and observing
I came across a woman
Who was both upset and unnerving
Dishing out the dirt
Slathered with blather
Witch got trumped by frump
The little lady couldn't count
The drinks she drunk
Or verbalize the thoughts she thunk
She was as pissed as a skunk
Not that skunks drink too much
They just stink too much.
Lillian Heeney 8/26/2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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