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The Witches of Wong Get Everything Wrong

Once upon a time in a woodland vale,
A town called Wong had an amazing tale,
Of witches who plotted to harm the townsfolk,
But their spells were so bad they became quite a joke.  

Hubble, bubble, trouble and toil,
Evanora boiled her soup,
Of frogs and bats and slugs and soil,
The most revolting gloop.

Her cooking skills were really wild,
She had to add more flavour,
By catching a really tasty child,
And one of bad behaviour.

She cackled as she formed a plan,
She would make a house of cake,
To lure the child with marzipan,
That would be its last mistake.

She waved her wand to cast a spell,
But after a minute or three,
She conjured up a prison cell,
And was trapped in without a key.

With the first witch out of the way,
Another hag stepped in,
Her skin was green, her hair was grey,
Hairy warts were on her chin.

Iris peered into the looking glass,
“Am I the prettiest in the land?” 
The mirror coughed, “I’m sorry lass,”
“You have a face I cannot stand!”   

The witch screamed and waved her fist,
She could not face the fact,
That she did not top the beauty list,
And now she had to act.

“TELL ME,” she screamed out in a rage,
“Who’s your favourite beauty?
The prettiest girl who tops the page,
shall be poisoned by something fruity.”

Now the mirror always told the truth,
He was honest about everything,
He said, “Number one is Princess Ruth,
The daughter of the King.”

This wicked witch went on the chase,
“Princess Ruth, I will attack!”
She packed some fruit with poisoned lace,
And a healthy one to snack. 

Iris jumped upon her broom stick,
And bit into her apple,
She soon began to feel quite sick,
And crashed into the chapel.

Found dead amongst the rubble,
Her story was quite sad,
She had stumbled into trouble,
Mixing good fruit with the bad.

The last witch was the worst of all,
She was known as the Ice Queen,
She was pale, thin and very tall,
And really, really mean.
 
The Ice Queen loved the freezing cold,
She liked the frost and snow,
Eternal winter would unfold,
Wherever she might go.

Now the town of Wong was in her sight,
She cast her evil curse,
Heavy snow would fall throughout the night,
And make the weather worse. 

But when morning finally came,
There had been no winter storm,
The Ice Queen hung her head in shame,
For Wong was nice and warm.

The people now all laughed and cheered,
They enjoyed the lovely sun,
But the angry queen scowled and sneered,
She was keen to spoil their fun.

She said, “Winter will come, people of Wong, 
I shall end your happy tale.”
The wand then flashed, but her spell went wrong,
And she turned into a snail.

Now Wong has been free from the witches three,
For many a day and night,
Whilst tourists travel miles to see,
This small town where the sun shines bright.

Copyright © Andrew Pollard | Year Posted 2018

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