NO TO THE SHOW

NO TO THE SHOW You’re lying he said and shook his head I know there is no witch in the wardrobe And if she were there, I would be aware Then he smiled and pulled on his earlobe Then with a grunt, he turned to the front With piercing gaze, spoke directly at me I’ve heard that a lot, but it’s all just rot All these stories are not real, but fantasy Then just to be sure, he opened the door So that we all could then examine inside She was crouching there with straggly hair Staring out, with her eyes now open wide His daughter in that outfit he’d bought her And he then shouted at her, very annoyed Don’t be a , by dressing up as a witch As my planned magic trick’s now destroyed