A Be-Witching Tale
smoke billowed from her boiling pot
a spell for ages she had sought
a special treat
for kids to eat
some pickled plums so teeth won't rot
but children laughed at what she made
to taste the swill they were afraid
the witch was sad
and got real mad
their taunts one day would be repaid
all hallows eve had come and went
a day the kids would soon resent
a curse was laid
the children paid
their treats turned into hard cement
they moaned and wept and some did cry
asking questions and pleading why
they were upset
with no regret
wishing that witch would surely die
now this is what I have been told
the days have passed and I am old
one girl returned
her lesson learned
and turned a heart to warm from cold
**it is never to late to say you are sorry*
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