Poems from bsnare
One, two, three-
Organized alphabetically.
Four, five, six-
this must have a fix.
Seven, eight, nine-
but I hate to whine.
Ten, elven,...
Shudder and scream!
A witch grows near!
This is not a dream,
for the witch is here.
History is wrong.
A bad story told
for far too...
I tie the ribbon in a foolish way,
so that some length may still sway.
To receive this package, you must pay.
What is inside I cannot...