The witch can easily hide herself. She is expert at being hideous. She is adept at camouflage. She is the most beautiful. Her face ratios are perfect. Her ****** ratios are so too. Her feet are turned backwards. Her energy is stored in her braid. The long hair is her great strength. Amazingly it is also her sole weakness.
This is my poem number 369 and its writing time over here in India is over 23:50 hours. Quite Kreepy, eh? But that buddy's my power, Kripi Mehra! Oh buddy, you make me feel so lucky!