Worms in my apple

Sharps in my flats

Binds in your apron strings

To Fireside Chats


Ants in my snow

Trolls beneath my bridge

Needles in my thoughts

And whitefish rotting in the fridge


Spiders by my tuffet

Repeat of my refrain

Queen of Hearts and Catholic Nuns

Parading through my rain


Drive the snakes from Ireland

Kiss the babies good

Drunken on your two-percent

And scammed by Robin Hood


Stabbed with kisses

Stung by butterflies

-Can’t help being honeycut

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