The Atypical Carpet Bag
Tune: Jorgens' Son
Meter: 6-2-1
Title: The Hiding Place
You can name your price.
Let’s wash off the theatrics.
Toilet Paper? Its in the air, AND
The bidding starts tonight!
Tune: Nancy
Meter: 7
Title: The Way I Feel
Out of thin air, a pencil was there,
Cursive, like any other.
Hearty to breathe,
Erasers to cleave,
A menace like every other.
Deeper inside, the Jackyll did ride,
The merry-go-round, Asleep.
Saintly Bones, gone, we’re told,
Portend that little lost puppy.
Splintered instead, the redhead did glide
Unable to ride her pony.
Took matters inside,
Her flock to drive,
Slashed! up by her gnomy.
Trevor! Trevor! Your Hogwarts Letter!
Hop up and take your seat!
Careful not to ring that bell.
Disappointment spells (rit) defeat.
Tune: Sally
The notes did float on the Milky Way
Giving their morning report
No longer at Bay,
Horocrux, Steady!
The Apple floats on in.
Tune: Annie Mae
Meter: 12 / 1 / 7 or, 76543211234567.
Title: Rowina's reality: a chakral line
Stapled brains may look insane
The prisoner's gaping eye
Weaving his/he tale
All's not well
Pangs induce the suffering.
Take it away, Ern!
Said Nanny McPhee
As they rose up
Satiated.
Where will we go?
Back to prisoner row?
Look up, my Dove,
Crowned.