A Brush With Death
The witches are flying tonight,
so funny to see 'em in flight:
all sat on a broom,
so really no room,
I guess they are holding on tight.
But now they are looping the loop,
the broomstick is starting to droop,
I watch as they fall -
the poor cat an' all -
despite all the spells, they're in poop...
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2023
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