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Nut Allergy Jill

Nut allergy Jill

At last I was alone and my mind stood still
Thinking of a huge green hawk with a rather crooked bill
It was behind the black glass in the house on top of a hill
People thought a witch boiled little children in a cauldron for her fill
Grey smoke from the chimney kept her warm but what fuel was used to keep away the chill
An axe could be seen at the side of the house red as blood and sharp enough to even kill
At night no one dare to step in looking distance near it yet I made a den just for the thrill
There she stood at the door with a broom stick and looked around then stared right at me and said “I’m green eyed Jill” 
I panicked and ran but before I could run very far Jill was in front of me saying “are you stupid boy being in these parts for God sakes you must be Ill”
She took me in to her house and sat me down and said “listen little boy I’m hungry” and I quickly said “I’ve got a snickers bar” she said “oh thanks very much that’s just brill”
I watched her eat it in front of me whilst looking I saw that she was starving hungry and very weak and shrill
The old woman looked younger and fitter and not at all frightening like green eyed Jill
She told me that for forty years I have been cursed by a real witch and your gift of food has broken its spell and I said “really” and she said no you stupid bugger now get into the cauldron or I’ll chop your head off with me axe “one born every minute “she said as she threw me into a boiling pot of swill
Then I heard a choking noise coming from the old witch and I jumped out of the pot quickly and before I scarpered she said “I have a nut allergy and I’ll die if I don’t take that pill”
I looked on the table and saw it and said to her “eff off “and I ran home and the next morning I vowed to myself don’t ever be an effing idiot ever again until.

Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013

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