Baba Yaga Poem by Ima Ryma

Baba Yaga of old folklore,
In mortar with pestle in hand,
Flew faster than ever before,
And into future time she spanned.
Year twenty twenty two time zone,
She landed at a beauty school,
That admitted the ugly crone,
And using ev'ry trick and tool,
Transformed Baba Yaga into
A beauty of the very best.
And then Baba Yaga did do
An entry into a contest.

Back she traveled to her own day,
With title of Miss U.S.A.