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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It is a witchy tradition to pass down your first broom to The next generation, but poor dear sweet Mable inherited an eye Sore from her elder granny, the handle topped end was crooked In a twisted bent way, the middle was weather warped and taped Together by gorilla glue, but the worst part of all the broomy End, which instead of straw horse hair hanged like a droopy tail! Embarrassed, Mable begged to have a different choose, But her mother would not hear of it, it is a tradition After all, so make it do child, is all that she would say! On Halloween night, all the other witch children took to flight, Proudly riding propped side saddle upon their magical broom Sticks of pristine condition, but poor Mable suddenly came down With a mysterious cough! Don’t you worry her mother said, I’ve got just the cure for you My dearest daughter, some raw eye of newt will fix what allies You, oh know Mable cried I’d feeling better already sorry got to Fly, leaving her dear sweet mother laughing! Jumping upon her broom stick of utter embarrassment, Mable Zoomed straight upwards towards the moon, it zigged than zagged Against the night skies, this youthful witch had a hard time just Controlling the wobbling hobbled handle, than she felt something Give way beneath her very bottom, the middle was splitting! In complete horror Mable screamed, and in that moment A disembodied voice spoke upon the winds of Halloween, It was her long past away granny’s voice, child believe in My broom and it is a marvelous mystical thing! So Mable spoke to this her witch’s broom, I believe in You, and at that very moment, this object of distain Turned into a golden rod, its misshapen bits shone In brilliance against the moon’s illumination, piercing Through the darkness, oh my Mable sighed! But at the end the horse hair still clung, the brooms Energy level was low, time for refueling so to the dark Side of the moon, where the nearest scare station, Was located, here a stray cat jump upon Mable broom! Skat cat, poor Mable tried to drive this calico kitty away, After all she was a witch you know and only a black cat Will do for her familiar, but this kitty poised itself on The horse hair end, as if it were her place always! Mable tried to lose it by dodging between satilghts, Yet Mr. Tag-A-Long four paws held on with all its might, Alright she thought we’ll test your true grit, in a free fall Drive she zoomed, side swapping between power lines, And street telephone poles, but when she turned around The cat was still there, grinning right back at her! Again her Granny’s voice spoke to her, I’ve sent you a Gift my girl, my familiar if you’re nice to her she, Turn into the finest kitty you’ve ever seen, so Mable Leaned backwards ever so slightly, and patted the Ugly thing, and it changed right before her eyes, Into an emerald eyed, black cat with sleek fur of Ebony, and the horse haired tail changed into a proper Straw end! Oh thank you Granny, Mable declared, I’m sorry I judged your gift by looks alone, I’ll never do that Again, and from that moment on Mable the witch Judged things on a different scale, by what lies within Not by appearances, the end! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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