Witch's Pumpkins
The witch sure does love
The orange hue, like pumpkins
She searches the night
For candles to put inside
To create Jack-O-Lanterns
The light given off
These meager little pumpkins
Allows the witch sight
To make potions within her
Large boiling cauldron tonight
These very potions
Used for evil, she’ll sprinkle
On the unmarked graves
They will either make zombies
Or walking vile skeletons
The witch takes care of
All these looking and staring
Pumpkins of the night
Magical powers of these
Jack-O-Lanterns is immense
They frighten many
Those that don’t understand them
Sure find them puzzling
The pumpkins are the witch’s friend
They will always stay with her
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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