Butter legs?

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Stricken with a curse, her legs were made of butter,
given by a witch doctor, by george he was a nutter.

This one beautiful young gal, she was a damsel in distress,
she tried to cover her embarrassing butter legs, with a long flowing flowery dress.

But one hot summer day, some melted butter caused her to shudder,
her legs were gone, a puddle on the floor, could her life be more cruder?

Along came a dairy expert and made her melted legs a new,
now the damsel able to walk, and wasn’t feeling so down and blue.

So she marched on forward with a shout of defiance and the smell of victory in the air,
her legs made of butter by the witch doctor nutter, but now she really did not care.

 © C Webber 2017

The Crooked Road

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Along the crooked road,
hopped a crooked toad.
Looking for some crickets, to munch on for his dinner.

But along the crooked road,
there stood a crooked witch,
and she was looking for a toad, for her dinner.

So on crooked road,
there stood the crooked toad,
and a crooked witch.

But there could only be one winner,
both hunting for their dinner.

Like David and Goliath,
my money would have been on the witch,
but the toad pulled out a bazooka,
and blew the witch into bits.

So on the crooked road,
stood a full and bloated crooked toad,
and a spattering of witch who had been blown to bits.

© C Webber 2017