Poor Tom
often got puked on
His fool mom
stole him new clothes to don
Her derelict father
from her couldn't get farther
He knew the tricks he taught her ruined his daughter

They passed Tom
no wit or charm
Toms persistant confusion
gave him the delusion
that the girls to whom he was talking
only in jest were they balking
Never was he cautious
but always became they nauseous

One blue Tuesday
not too soon before his would be doomsday
He met a sweet little girl
whose hair was unfurled
He thought she was the nicest lady
little did he know, her heart was shady

She had a plan
to rob Tom of his loot and his land
But before it did happen
the secret left free while she was talkin and nappin

He became as dizzy as her hair that was in curls
He stumbled towards the sleeping witch
and as though he was scatching an itch
all over her he did hurl