Alone in bed,

she craves a s’more,

but will her head,

fit through the door?

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Since his skull,

swelled up real bad,

his hat’s too small, 

it makes him sad.

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As he tries to smoke,

his heart is broken,

it ain’t no joke,

his mouth won’t open.

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a leather boot,

from stolen treasure,

is the only loot,

that gives him pleasure.

grab your head,

get out of bed,

your eye bleeds red,

oh no you’re dead.

As they prey,

on the crowd,

she scrubs away,

and laughs out loud.

She makes them bite,

on one another,

it is not right…

she is their mother!

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As she’s about,

to cut the critter,

she has some doubt…

will it be bitter?

She takes a bite,

and begins to wonder,

if that just might,

have been a blunder?

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