One Fairy wing is all it took,
to spirit the young away.
The pixie's dust and raving high,
seemed rabid; yet to say
they fell into pleasure.
and called gay; it was.
The witch was in:
San Francisco bay!!
Yippie-aye---
Alas; soul mates,
became inmates
By empty cups of spirit,
and thus lads, by day
put hand upon lasses of iron.
Did you put salt in your cribs?
Or was it upon the bibs?
The fault of waking
In Nanking's dust.
So butted heads,
in loops of lariat.
EDIT: Now under publishing process...
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