Mrs. Upscale sends her little witchlet to Business Pre-School,
Where she quickly flunks out.
A little boy in a blazer snickers;
The witchlet's mouth turns down like a stitched toy cat's.
She makes his feet webbed,
Then burns down the building.
She has to say she's sorry;
She isn't, but the lying makes her happy.
a friday 55 for G Man