Poetry for Witches

Ooooooo Where are we . . . What . . . Who

Are we there yet DAD

Witches Witches Everywhere

Over here

And over there

Under beds

Without a care

Waving wands

To try and scare

Witches Witches on Witches brooms

Fly about in darkened rooms

Black cats watching as they play

As the Witches

Fly past . . . . . All night and day

Cauldrons bubble on the fire

As the Witches

Make the spells they desire

Turning princes

Into big green frogs

With eye of newt

And tail of dog

Grumbling other folk say they're very bad

Have a warty nose

And might be mad

So sometimes Witches just for spite

Turn the milkman’s milk very pink instead of white

Or tell small children

They are very nice

Before turning them

Into tiny mice

Which the black cat will then Promptly eat

Because as we know

Cats like a bit of furry meat

And so it seems

We have reached the Time

When Witches

Have decided to end . . . . . .  This Rhyme

And some would say

that’s

Just fine

With one more short and poetic line . . . . . such as

The END