the witch

the witch

diamonds   dragons

wizards    frogs

all in the witches

hat tonight

the old hag

stirs it with

a wooden spoon


while it bubbles

to perfection

on the fire

she chants

a spell

has old as time

with a black cat close

and bats flying by

then a puff

and a bang

one more stir

it ready

a crooked smile

crosses her face

she know her

work is done

she mumbles

to herself

the king will be pleased

for she knows

he needs it

to do his dirty deeds.



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