Flying School For Witches
We are flying upside down and slightly sideways
Witches with attitude until the end of their days.
Sure, we sometimes end up in pots and other places
But we have a terrific time when we fly into spaces.
We are older now, and some of us have lost part of our mind.
The empathy makes it special, and most of us try to be kind.
We have opened this school for the ones who ride a short bus.
And for others, our main driving teacher is old Mrs. Cuss.
I ran into a truck the other day and the driver got out and laughed.
He was driving toward the zoo, and out stuck a rather ugly giraffe.
We all have great sense of humors at this flying school I started.
We might have dementia, and we’re old, but we are truly kind-hearted.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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