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By Jonathan Evans
There’s a witch inside our photo booth
Who’s as mean as mean can be,
For when I saw my photograph,
I knew it wasn’t me.
The woman in the picture
Was a monster, vampire, worse!
The witch inside that photo booth
Had put on me a curse.
This ugly person had blue hair
And wrinkles on her face,
And, instead of my own lovely smile,
Well what was in its place?
A scowling ugly face looked back,
With evil looking eyes,
So when I saw this photograph,
Imagine my surprise!
My husband said: “That's not you dear!
Well ask just anyone,”
And I heard the sound of laughter,
For the witch thought it was fun.
I called the manager across
And said: “Look here my man!
Your photo booth is telling lies!
Do something if you can."
"The time has surely come to rid
Your store of such as she!"
But with a shrug, he laughed and said:
“Well, it looks like you to me.”