The Witch of Halloween Doom
The witch awaits her chance to ride her broom
On Hallow’s Eve she does so love to zoom
Dressed in her black cape and stunning costume
Her cat on the back they fly o’er the moon.
Witch prepares her brew for folk to consume
Made from dead rats, bats and bones from a tomb
She adds mouse droppings from around the room
And mixes in chopped up death cap mushroom.
She bottles cat pee called ‘Bridal Perfume’
Some labelled ‘Aftershave fit for a Groom’
Loved by brides and grooms for their honeymoon
Till the honeymoon ends and hope is strewn.
So off she goes on the fright night of doom
Joining with ghosts, ghouls and goblins of gloom
People come sniffing out the cauldrons fume
But trot off soon to the nearest washroom.
Midnight approaches and witch strides her broom
Speedily flying raising sonic boom
Disturbing the birds who wrongly assume
It’s morning and they start to shake their plume.
The man in the moon cannot stand the vroom
He hides his face and earth turns dark illume
Then witch makes her descent through the volume
Therefore normality should resume soon.
Halloween 2021
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