Grandma

I have a little grandma she used to be a witch, she’d fly high on her broomstick and make it roll and pitch. She’d turn bad people into frogs and take away their gold but says she doesn’t fly no more….. I think it’s ‘cause she’s old! She’s a lovely little granny and she likes it when we stay, she gives us sweets and tasty things and plays with us all day. But sometimes she is very stern, when we’re not being good, I don’t think that she’d use a spell…… although I know she could! She says that she has give it up, she ain’t a witch no more, but looking at the sky last night, well now I’m not too sure. For flying high above my house and lit up by the moon, I sure it was my grandma…… with her poodle on her broom! Ivor G Davies