The Little Witch From Squishy Land

Sloppy, squishy, shoes in the hall, jumping the shaky handrails
Millions of a little centipede feet causing the walls to crawl
She new that her magic wand could confuse details
Making the mess in the halls
All of her centipede fairy tales
Were never quite fairy tales at all
It seems that the land of Squishy shoes
Were remanded to making just wine
So sloppy were all the squishy rules
The little witch just biding her time
Had somehow managed to create centipedes
With squishy wet shoes and sloppy green tails
That left trails full of riddles and rhymes
So the squishy little witch
Concocted a spell, to make "sloppy" the rule of the day
From that moment forward the centipedes gained
In weight and increasing size
The squishy green shoes in riddles declined
To accept the sloppy new rules
So the little witch cried, "Stop all this Slop!"
And the centipedes lost all their squishy squash
But grew so enormous in size
That they broke down that sloppy ol' house
And the squishiness washed down the drain
And the little witch pointed her squishy wand
And made herself centipede pie.......

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)