by Jem Gedwing

Created on: April 18, 2008

She espied my face
Marked with years Grown.
She sneared at my Shoulder Decoration
Unknown.
"You Wicked Witch" She said with venom
My Bat ruffled feathers
And sheltered His head
And I heard what I thought
Hopefully not what She said

And I looked inside my mind.

"How wicked?" I implored.
And my Bat heaved a sigh.
On my shoulder He perched
My hair kept Him dry.

My Neme-Sis looked at me and then at the Bat,

And she said with a sigh
That I took 'just like that'
"you pretend and you ruse
And you try to amuse
But you're playing a Game
That's not in the rules"

The Bat on my shoulder
Not made of Yew
Looked at her squintly
And ever askew
And mouthed the next words
With ne'er a tarry
"listen Missus, she, unlike you
Will at least Marry"

I looked at my 'worry' and she looked elsewhere
While the Bat and me followed her gaze
She looked up above and then down below
And her words garbled all ways.

She said "It isn't normal and real, it's not nice
That you and the Bat should trouble me thrice"
I said "sorry Old Woman if you think we are bothered
About your in. a. bil. ity.
My Bat and me
We hit many targets but til now the most kissable are ye"

She lifted her head and screamed to the Gods..
Her hair aflame to Loki.
My Bat sidled up and gave her a cuddle
And she picked Him up and aimed Him
At me.

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