Hat Trick
Hat Trick
Into a firey storm, The Grim Reaper Reaps.
That inner cauldron spewing
That eerie silence brewing
Through the cranium cavity creeps.
Smoke signals bellowing beware...
A wizards potions Hyde's the Nightmare.
Jekyll stirring up a treat.....
Not sure about using those hairy big feet???
Alas the storm has brewed..
A sure cocktail for a head unscrewed.
Six years in the drink...
Up and down with only a shrink.
Shrink The Reaper Reaps
His cocktail of medicines
Gives me the creeps...
Well not exactly on par with Mr Edison's.
Still this Jekyll or is it Hyde?
Concoction I think overdone with Bromide?
Still he's calmed this inner ghost.. but who...
Mr Jekyll or Mr Hyde do I like the most? Ha ha ha haaaaaa!!!
Darren Alexander Gray
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