A Poem for the Itches (after one of them left for Ozzy)
A dedication to the three whom I've known for sososososo long...

BTW, the poem's meant to be funny ah...

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We four, Switches
Ended with ‘itches’
But do not say we’re *itches (B******)
We’re specialized teachers

Maggie so Krazy (can replace with Kinky)
She’s known as Kitch
But she flew to Ozzy
Making funny business as her niche

Gwynie the Vannie
Her nickname’s Switch
The ‘Sw Sw Sw’ sweet one
That does the good preach

Evey being fierce
We named her Fitch
But now that she’s busy
She can’t make us twitch

Lastly I’m Rica
And you can call me Litch
Oh please, I’m not that sucker (Leech)
But I’m sweet as peach