- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Auntie Hazel
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Hazel laughs such a wicked laugh
that chills us to the bone...
she is wicked and very evil and she
never leaves us alone.
Her hair reminds us of Medusa
and her face is unearthly pale...
she's a cohort to the devil himself
and behind her is a deadly trail.
Bodies in her dungeon-like basement
hang from the bloodied beams...
the stench is that of rotten eggs and
she's forgotten by many, so it seems.
The power in her heart and soul is
really much too much for us to take.
The Lord of Darkness hounds her
every night, oh Lord! For Heaven's sake!
Please save us all from her wrath
we don't deserve to die this way...
at the hands of the most evil witch
who tortures us all night and day.
Auntie Hazel is no spring flower,
she's really rotten to the core.
Oh God in Heaven help us please...
we just can't take her anymore!!!
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