Sheblanka
Sheblanka had a way with a cauldron that was serious to see
She is a distant conjuring cousin to both my step Daddy and me
We watched her bring forth monsters that were happy and red
She also brought out green ones that had been freshly dead
What that woman can do with a cauldron! My mother often said
Dancing skeletons were next, they shoved off on a bobsled.
Then Dracula’s sister and a Frankenstein who said “please call me Ned.”
She is really something! Grandma said with eyes rolling in her head.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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