She balanced a crow upon her tongue,It took a while but soon it was done,
Its feathers got stuck up her nose,
Just the beginning to the rest of her woes,
Its tail went right down her throat,
She wished she hadn't eaten her oats,
For soon she started to gag,
Her eyes, her cheeks, began to sag.
She would've bonked it with a mace,
If she didn't have the crow for a face!
2 comments:
the womans eye is remarkably done.
I really do love this one - the art work, the story, the colours, the composition. Great stuff.
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