the lovely blue haired witch
which witch am I looking for? I asked my cousin again.
The prettiest one with blue hair, he said, with a heart-shaped chin.
I did not think I would ever find her in this witch coven so big
But she was the only one with blue hair, her name was Mig.
I introduced myself and invited her to my Halloween bash
She thanked me so much, her ribboned hair was as pretty as a sash
She told me that a creepy guy had been bothering her; I asked his name
It was my cousin; she could not attend the party; not such a shame.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
