Hocus Pocus

Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor And applied magic spittle to fix butterfly wings and a rotor Filled the hydraulic suspension with liquefied fairy dust Serviced the turbocharged engine to ensure its robust To weather belligerent storms and spells of bad nature She made sure that bristles complied with Wiccan legislature The Aberystwyth Magician’s Convention had been updated To secure that tail twigs and seat were unicorn plated Also that camshaft and pistons were organically manufactured So when Celtic crosses adorned the chassis it became enraptured Her lover soul-wizard had called for nocturnal cohabitation High up in the sky so there was no room for any cunctation She was the proud owner of a caravan feather duster model With floor heating and magic carpets for passionate cuddle They had to be careful though as not to inflate the air cushions With too speedy pushing and pulling there might be repercussions Not entirely slowly either because romping in a lay by in standstill Would get them a parking ticket and the vehicle to go downhill For that very purpose they had enlisted a strong busy bee elf So when the chronometer ticked forward and rested on twelve They came together with the help of sandalwood aphrodisiac potion Holly jelly completed the feast when they changed tempo and position The morale of the midnight star spanked romp is easily told Take care of your vehicle and follow precautions when bold Life is too short to have interrupted coital climax and pleasure And thus you must adhere to abracadabra if you treasure your leisure 13th October 2019