The Witch Who Couldn'T Fly
There was a witch who couldn't fly.
She couldn't sit upon her broom
like other witches in the sky.
There was a witch who couldn't fly.
She was so fat from thigh to thigh,
her sweeper vanished in that gloom.
There was a witch who couldn't fly.
She couldn't sit upon her broom.
There was a witch who couldn't stir
her cauldron full of warted toad,
eight spider legs, and kitty fur.
There was a witch who couldn't stir.
You'd think she was an amateur.
The potion always overflowed.
There was a witch who couldn't stir
Her cauldron full of warted toad.
There was a witch who couldn't scare
the very snot from costumed kids.
It really was a sad affair.
There was a witch who couldn't scare.
She was the joke of witches' lair
for every single thing she did.
There was a witch who couldn't scare
the very snot from costumed kids.
There was a witch who couldn't rhyme
a magic spell so it would work.
Her sisters laughed, a mocking chime.
There was a witch who couldn't rhyme.
She pushed them in a pot of slime.
She killed them with a little smirk.
There was a witch who couldn't rhyme
a magic spell so it would work.
There was a witch who lost some weight.
Then she enrolled in witches' school.
She learned to rhyme. Her spells were great!
There was a witch who lost some weight.
She learned to fly and navigate!
To scare became her crafty tool.
There was a witch who lost some weight.
Then she enrolled in witches' school.
Copyright © Kim Mcadam | Year Posted 2019
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