Sagely Senile Pipe Smoking Sal
Sagely senile pipe-smoking sensuous Sal.
She was the matriarch of her coven, quite a gal.
But wait, a newcomer said. Isn’t she just an owl?
This caused a riot, many educated Wiccans yelled foul!
They chased the Newbie off, smacking her with a towel.
She was screeching and screaming with half of a jowl.
You see in this coven; the matriarch is always an owl.
Besides no one dares double-cross sagely senile sensuous Sal.
She knows when the trees will sap, and the wind will howl.
She is wise beyond the wisest of any weird human gal.
Her witch hat is a tiny clue that she is more than a mere fowl.
If you come by, be prepared to please pipe-smoking Sal.
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