Dancing Witch Feet
Jazzy dancing witch feet were snapping against the roof tonight
I was terrified, for saw no body or head or hat of a witch in sight.
Where is the rest of her? I asked another creature who looked bright.
He glowed green and spit phlegm at me, which gave me a fright.
These witch feet are driving me nuts I told a goblin named Gus.
He went up to investigate and made quite a large noisy fuss.
The dancing continued, but now there was thumping and a boo.
I went outside and looked, and now Gus was dancing too.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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