Amusing poem about an evil woman who works her servant to the bone.

Time for a bit of exercise.

Stretch and stretch some more.

Now get down on your hands and knees

And clean the kitchen floor.

Did I say exercise?

Goodness, I meant clean and clean and clean.

Just call me by my real name,

The Wicked Mrs. Mean.

When you’ve finished cleaning the floor,

I’ll have you dust every room.

Yes, I am the Queen of Misery.

Just call me Dr. Gloom.

Now it’s time to do the laundry.

You only need to do ten full loads.

I’m such a delightfully evil woman.

Just call me Madam Scold.

Why are you disobeying me?

How dare you leave my home.

I am the master of my abode.

Call me the Witch of Faulty Stone.

The wench will surely come back.

I’ll see to it myself.

I’ll just cook up a special mystical potion,

And turn her into an elf.

She’ll then beg for me to change her back.

I’ll agree to her request.

Afterwards, she’ll live here forever,

As my unhappy, miserable guest.

Image by edans via Flickr

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