Author Archive | Ben Langhinrichs

Wicked Witch’s Lament

Sitting in my castle gloomy, Feeling old and rather rheumy, Thinking of the peasants beaten, Scrumptious children I have eaten, There is nothing left to do or see. Getting old (two hundred eighty), Every sagging bit more weighty, Worst of all, I’m awfully smelly Covered in bat guts, newt jelly, A shame a bath would […]

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