Monday, January 11, 2016

In the Thickets



Glancin’ off in the distance,
wondering where the witch-is.

Her dress may fall, I see a trip hazard.
Or maybe it’ll save her, like the time
Eminem relapsed to save Marshall Mathers.

Wavy hair…  She ran up there,
because she found out her husband
married only for her derriere.

Hair like a mare, out in nature,
looking for a hero caper.

She’s not the only one to save,
Next time, I’ll kidnap her tailor
and tell him to go stronger on the taper.

-DeBarros

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