Hagfish
Laughing, Make a wish In the mirror Of a vicious host. Tomorrow welcomes Another dish, That's seldom ordered By most. Brick and mortared, Labored, toiled, Badly boiled, Buttered, battered Burnt offering. I know you'd rather Not bite into this plot, But awkward moments Tell a lot. Pull the hornet's stinger And leave your senses. Let go the consequences, Too many to worry. Step into the slurry And sloosh about. No one will find out, And I am sure That your trouble passing Will occur. And in the depths You will endure. Hag 4/30/22
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