The Witches Strike
The witches have now gone on a huge labor strike.
They are more difficult now to double cross, let alone like.
They are wearing socks that have a weird pattern of stripe.
Their underarm odors are notorious foul, irritating and ripe.
They are driving bat mobiles that make their brooms passé’.
I am glad not to be around any of them at the end of day.
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