Last night we had a visitor
We know him
He is frequent guest
At the waste bin outside
Some how he must have felt cheated
Or wanted to see the splendor
Of our inside.
He came in through the window
Tore the netting stuff
And came in and regurgitated
Minced rat, paper bag and lots
Of palm oil.
Everyone in the house agreed
A witch visited
But I know our normal guest
And I'll show him to the world.
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