The Mushroom Witch

The Mushroom Witch had a flair of her own
She Spun her spells around a mythical throne
Morels who knew her stayed out of her way
She was intense, she did not play.

The Mushroom Witch had a style unique.
Even the brave did not dare take a peek.
She took the names of those whom she suspected of double-cross.
And turned most of them into severe apple sauce.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Wolf Avatar
April 28, 2022 at 7:01 PM
'From double-cross to apple sauce!' Pretty catchy. Sounds like part of a summer double feature at the drive-in, paired up with 'Return of the Killer Earwax.'
Krutsinger Avatar
April 29, 2022 at 5:47 AM
That is what is what I try for - catchy.
Hankins Avatar
April 28, 2022 at 10:30 AM
Oh, shucks. I figured she would turn them into a yucky yellow moss! Oh well....
Krutsinger Avatar
April 28, 2022 at 1:10 PM
Maybe in the sequel
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