Witchin
The witch slapped me with dragon flies,
probably led to my demise,
yes man i'm up the creek,
the witches voice do shriek,
"stop yappin little freak,
honey chile you's talkin lies,
in mortals i does despise,
a poncy mortal weak:(
forever hold your speak,"
broom left with cackling cries,
before the moon she flies,
horrendous to the weak,
but me i canna speak,
just spitting Dragon flies...
re : Russell Sivey "The Witch Before Me"
Don Johhnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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