The Witch's Dinner
ding, dong!
the witch rang bell-
"Steamy stew for supper today"
she yelled.
Cooked with skins,
meat boiled in blood,
Add a little salt,
and a bit of pepper too,
and the children were done.
The beasty women gathered
and sat all in a square,
sipping on some green
goo in a wooden bowl they share,
gossiping like school girls
and complaining like old women in
a nursing home.
They saw me looking in through
their cabin window.
they twirled their wands with disgusted
looks..
zapped!
and I was gone half eaten into their cooks.
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