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Bette Davis Eyes

a nine eleven poem

I was walking on Bette Davis eyes,
it was hard to keep my balance,
it was like walking on a seesaw.

I was going around and around,
Bette was a merry-go-round,
the ponies were dizzy and throwing-up.

I was walking on Bette Davis eyes,
I could feel them squish under my feet,
her tears flooded the floor.

The ponies ran off in the distance,
the roof of her eyes collapsed
and the music died.

There was a pile of debris.
I was walking on Bette Davis eyes.
I was walking on Bette Davis eyes.