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Created on: January 06, 2011 Last Updated: March 15, 2011
Kayla Rew was a witchy girl.
She had an itchy twitchy little nose.
She could cast spells.
Changing cats into bats,
That meowed when they flew.
Turning goats into boats,
That had horns to hang your coats.
With a wave of her wand she could
Make pickles tickle and goggles giggle.
But best of all she made brew.
Kayla’s brew was full of
Frog's legs that kick and wiggle,
Along with a 100 squirmy worms and
A fat snail’s slime that oozes like green glue.
A pinch of skunk stench that stinks for 3 ages and
A sprinkle of hogs sweat for flavor.
After a stir, Kayla Rew drinks her brew and
Cackles whiles she twitches.
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