Confessions to Ralph
“Oh, Ralph, help! I’ve just fallen in love with a witch.”
‘Son, just be thankful that she’s not a bitch.”
“But, Ralph, she’s that too,
And a vampire. It’s true!”
“Son, just pray she’s not Austrian; then your life will be rich.”
“Synchronicity!” proclaimed the shrink C.G. Jung,
In guttural German, his beloved mother tongue.
The unconscious we share,
Look closely should you dare,
You’ll find only constructs that witches have sung.
There was a young man named Carlos,
he loved his pizza with fudge sauce,
his dad said oh nooo,
who the hell taught you sooo?
I prefer to eat MINE without tooth loss.
There was this witch bitch, who felt all butch,
lured males to her grotto with this feminine tutch.
To hear them whining gave her a cackle,
she danced ’round the fire with her cat and her dackel.
Try to catch her – and she is suddenly futsch.
This witch had a witchfriend, Fanana,
her favorite day was “manana”,
one day she was late,
her excuse was she ate,
an artfully split green banana.
