Wicked Witch of the East
Mike, O' Mike, wilt thou be mine,
Or is it Tim with lips of wine,
I fear you both are just one schiz,
To make things worse, are both a ditz.
It matters not, for I've the hots,
For what it is, that you've both gots,
I'm drawn to you, as gull to dump,
I'd like to pinch, you (and you) on your rump.
Mikey/Timmy, please be mine,
And stay away from Ms. deVine,
For that sultry, sexy siren,
Shan't be stealin', what I'm desiren.
O' come to me (and me), and don't be a squawkins,
Because my name, is Sadie Hawkins.
[This message has been edited by Wicked Witch of the East (edited 02-26-2000).]