Goat Gala! SARU POTTURI
Hooked nose, broken back The hag cuts up candy apples with a tack Gossip rag, and talking smack And her ribs splinter with a delightful crack. Holy ghosts, come out and play Make the most of this pagan day String up the rats, a hangman’s game We’ll raise a toast to our loose-tongued dame. Heavy footsteps, crunching glass Now here’s a doe-eyed lass With slits for lips, serrated mouth crass Splicing little promises, dead nails in her hands. Holy ghosts, come out and play Make the most of this pagan day A heap of fingers, gnarly gray We’ll feast on venison tonight, laughing away.
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