A witch sat in a photo booth -
An ugly hag was she!
She tried to make herself look nice -
Well, just like you or me.
She twirled around upon the seat
And even forced a smile - - -
And then she cast a magic spell
To make her looks worthwhile.
She held onto her witch’s hat;
Gave the machine a kick,
And, grinning as she looked ahead,
She heard a tiny click.
A gurgling, churning, rumbling sound
Arose from deep inside.
The witch believed that she’d look good
And felt a sense of pride.
Her photograph she felt quite sure
Would truly represent
The lovely lady that she was
With no cause for lament.
There came a loud chug-chugging sound
And out the photo came,
But the look upon the witch’s face
Was one of heartfelt shame.
The ugly face that she beheld
Brought tears into her eyes,
But she, like others, faced the truth:
CAMERAS NEVER LIE.
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