Noble witches of the east,
Sex they had, with man or beast,
The horny bone of Satan, often,
With their quivering lips would soften,
Slaked with joy, they often pranced,
In moonlit night, oft, naked danced,
Then share their sacred brew,
Naïve new initiates to woo,
Yet witches of the northern sun,
Would other sacred yarns have spun?
Yes, instead of wings of bat,
Put donkey bones in poison vat,
Surely too, to those who knew,
A foxtail, one or two would brew,
Along with democrats and rats,
Stir in their poison vats,
On weenie night when light was failing,
As just the northern sun was ailing,
From heaven comes, her arms a flailing,
Gun and six pack, “Sarah Palin”,
Crossed she is, and mean her speech,
This witch, she does the good book preach,
Naïve she left her northern den,
And tells us, Jesus is her ken,
The rabid crowd, she woos with charm,
Soon millions more, she will disarm,
She sprinkles star dust in their eyes,
Along with shriek, and red neck lies,
To demon democrats, she’ll bring an end,
When soon she might, be President,
I ask you, say, there’s never been,
That anyone has ever seen,
A never ending Halloween,
Has there?©30/10/2010
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Be always safe,
Karen