Lady Fudd

Lady Fudd is quite refined;

A dame like her is hard to find.

She primps and blots her teeny nose

Then pins her curls in tidy rows.

And when she’s dressed up à la mode,

She asks her guests to her abode.

She takes their coats and hangs them right,

Then smiles and coos, “We feast tonight.”

But mourn the guest whose manners slip;

She gives their head a frightful rip.


– Anna Kozloski


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