The Broom That Couldn'T Fly
So still, so humble, there it lay
Cast aside on All Saints Day
A light brown stick, a tuft of hay
A witch’s broom on full display
As I approached, I heard it sigh
If I can’t fly, what good am I
And then the broom began to cry
You’ll never know how hard I try
To reassure, I did declare
Perhaps, your talents lie elsewhere
So many things that you can share
Stories that could raise your hair!
Why, you just need some confidence
Some witch’s ointment might make sense
It seems, I have some to dispense
Now fly my friend and no nonsense
With that, the broom let go the gloom
Exhibiting a wondrous plume
It thanked me and began to fume
I’m flying now, just watch me zoom!
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