A Little Spell Raises Hell!
Humans are so so very strange. Some are so far out on the range. Maybe they fell into a cow pattie out there and it screwed with their gene pool without a care. Oops, I ticked off a dumb human somewhere. I better watch it at my lair.
Bippity boppity boo.
I put a curse on you.
Hear my cries.
I'm old and wise.
With some strange Latin,
I'll make you fatten.
At least it's Latin like.
A curse will still strike.
You'll forever be blue.
No help for you.
You'll forever be sick.
I cursed you some slick.
I made a potion.
I added baby lotion.
You'll now have kids,
With arms like squids.
You'll lose your mind.
A ghost you will find.
It will haunt you each day.
I summoned it this way.
I got a doll.
I pasted it to the wall.
Feeling that little stabbing?
That is me lightly stabbing.
I control your fate.
You'll be filled with hate.
I read from this magic book.
Your brains will now cook.
Hell will descend upon you.
You and your crew.
No one around you is safe.
I'll even make down below chafe.
And now for the whammy.
From here to Miami.
You will have bad luck.
May even get hit by a truck.
You have been cursed.
I've given you the worst.
Don't look at me like I haven't a clue,
Or I'll repeat my bippity boppity boo.
Have you ever been cursed at your sea? On the curser I'd take a pee. That is about all I believe in that. As fake as that made up thing call luck to the cat. Some actually believe they have been cursed though. Oh where the mind can go. At least cursed at let's you get out some sass. That seems a far better option to my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Bippity boppity boo.
I put a curse on you.
Hear my cries.
I'm old and wise.
With some strange Latin,
I'll make you fatten.
At least it's Latin like.
A curse will still strike.
You'll forever be blue.
No help for you.
You'll forever be sick.
I cursed you some slick.
I made a potion.
I added baby lotion.
You'll now have kids,
With arms like squids.
You'll lose your mind.
A ghost you will find.
It will haunt you each day.
I summoned it this way.
I got a doll.
I pasted it to the wall.
Feeling that little stabbing?
That is me lightly stabbing.
I control your fate.
You'll be filled with hate.
I read from this magic book.
Your brains will now cook.
Hell will descend upon you.
You and your crew.
No one around you is safe.
I'll even make down below chafe.
And now for the whammy.
From here to Miami.
You will have bad luck.
May even get hit by a truck.
You have been cursed.
I've given you the worst.
Don't look at me like I haven't a clue,
Or I'll repeat my bippity boppity boo.
Have you ever been cursed at your sea? On the curser I'd take a pee. That is about all I believe in that. As fake as that made up thing call luck to the cat. Some actually believe they have been cursed though. Oh where the mind can go. At least cursed at let's you get out some sass. That seems a far better option to my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Published on September 05, 2017 03:00
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