Tuesday, January 2, 2007

Agatha Bannister

Agatha Bannister looked like a witch
They found her one day hanging out in a ditch
She'd torn off her clothing, had dirt in her hair
Her flesh, it was dirty, her bottom was bare

Agatha Bannister, she then ran away
Leaving the townspeople shocked and dismayed
She ran to the forest as one with the wild
Some even say that she bore a goat's child

Agatha Bannister, she cast a spell
On all the despicable people who dwelled
In the town she once loved when she was a kid
Before all of the horrible things that they did

She poisoned their water and burned down their homes
And into the forest, she meandered and roamed
She killed off their cattle for giggles and grins
And laughed as she watched as they paid for their sins

Agatha Bannister danced in the rain
She felt such pleasure, a voyeur to pain
Deep in the forest, she resides in a cave
Where she's rarely seen by the bold and the brave

What did Agatha Bannister do in that ditch?
She buried her fortune, you see, she was rich!
One day I'll find it and then live quite well
Unless Agatha nabs me and sends me to Hell....

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