Meeting Pirate Witch
Pirate witch’s reputation resounded all over the world
Anyway, in Mystic Hollow, which is where I lived.
I had heard she was six foot tall, an exaggeration of course.
She was not an inch over five foot eleven I’ll bet.
Is she a pirate or a witch? Someone asked; I did not know.
Could not answer. Did not even try. Was intrigued though.
Because she dressed as both, not easy to do.
I had no words at all, but my mouth was wide open.
She saw this and smiled with a genuine smile
The kind you get from a witch who wants to eat you
Or from a pirate who makes you walk the plank.
I began to tremble, unsure of my future now.
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