Old Mother Twitchett - Nursery Ryhme

'Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye, And a long tail which she let fly; And every time she went through a gap, A bit of her tail she left in a trap.' Old Mother Twitchett' wasn't always old, A trap she left hoping someone would fold. She lived in a roof hole, for 200 years, caged by her sister, 'Casket' who took her shine. Now in a castle surping lies with Jasmine wine. Old Mother Twitchett cringes in clay tears. By midnight Old Mother Twitchett would sing, Whoever heard her eerie voice fell in a spell ring. "Be my favourite and be my mine, Take this mask away and bend. I in your place and you in blend. That I may see my prince again divine." A fairy girl who listened every night, Lit her touch, held her friend - rug, tight. They lived in a white bedsheet that roars, Up the hills, down the valleys, they search, Quaking and flying on branches, they perch. Smoke from the roof, sounds from boars. Old Mother Twitchett's eye was her mouth too, Mr owl and Miss Mop Stick, her voodoo. Sight of Fairy and Rug on their flying sheet, Moans and groans, another failed attempt. It only was a tempting tempt. Old mother twitchett' and crew hit the street. "Halt now! Run not from me, I am your help. A portion I give, one drink and a yelp." Mother Twitchett gaze at her, looking for truth. "And in return, I shall?" She asks. "Only but a name is your task In one I may find my roots smooth." Mother Twitchett' nods, lets her into the murky roof. Cloud dances in orange, she sits in waiting of proof. "Hear me crystals of candle clathrate, Let these crumbs of cinnamon Cark climb this ceiling. Let the crumbling codes in this cabinet bring healing. That she be herself and her twin this very state." Dust in the air gilt yellow, twisting into her nose. Old mother twitchett' In levitation, now Rose. A ginger caramel latte with eyes and mouth, Only price paid was to eat her eye and name a fairy, Now a cherry, not Old Mother Twitchett who was scary. No tails or traps, now with Mr. Duster in south.