A Bewitching Tale
Another one for Halloween :P
I'm passing by the old, scary house
That the eighty year old woman
Resides in with her black cat
Some thought she was a witch
When she would cast spells
With her black cat
Beside her
All the
Time.
One night, she came knocking on my door
Carrying bright red, tasty apples
She offered me one to eat
When I ate one, I died
The apples were full
Of blue poison;
She's a witch
After
All.
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright © Dawn Kilby | Year Posted 2008
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