Phil Roberts

HAGBAGATHA

I turn 65 on the 31st of January 2022. I love cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






Evil, grey-haired harridan
Shrieking foul abuse,
Course, sarcastic rantings
In buses, or on the loose.

A face like sour vinegar
As foul as “Ugly-Fruit”,
Faster than a gunslinger
Her loud mouth starts to shoot.

Ancient as Methuselah
But without his great wisdom,
She’s sitting on her brains all the day
Sitting on her scrawny bum.

When Hagbagatha starts her slander
They put out an “Evil-Skank” alert,
To try to protect the innocents
The evil harridan likes to hurt.

As ugly as a gargoyle
And much uglier still inside,
The whole world would laugh aloud
If Hagbagatha should die.

THE END
© Copyright 2021, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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