Wicked Witch of the East
I hear the word out on the street,
That Mike, he has a thing for feet,
A special interest in the toes,
Likes to rub them with his nose,
I guess you'd say he has a fetish,
'Cause Mike, he is a wee bit feetish.
Now listen here, my Witchie dear,
While you may find my fetish queer,
What room to talk, you dried up troll,
Your feet would melt, a Dr. Schroll,
It's not red slippers that you wear,
But combat boots, size twelve I swear.
I know that I am just a dog,
But Toto's in this dialogue,
The two of you have popped your corks,
Give it a rest, you pair of dorks,
Witch, you need psychiatry,
Mike, my friend, podiatry.