Voodoo Doll: Scary Poem


The Doll in brawl
The Doll is small
The Doll sprawls
In the Darke stall
The Doll ain’t tall
The Doll is small
She plays eyeball
She drinks Lysol
She voodoos, and hoodoos
She spits typhoon
She “Is” whirlpool
By the end of the day She is loose
Like the brown raccoon
Is this a bane or a boon?
She thinks in her cocoon
And then comes the blue moon
She knows she is doomed.
She will die soon
As she balloons
Her Rage.
She destroyed
She foiled
The Blood of the Witch’s opponent


© 2016 Mind Pickles


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