Witches Party
Three witches once lived on top of a hill,
Which was close to a river and next to a mill,
Each one of them were all different in height,
Not to mention their faces which might give you a fright.
Squiggle was huge, Wriggle was small and Piggle was somewhere in the middle,
They all had crooked noses which were long and gross - warty,
And with hairs on their chins they looked way over forty,
One day they were bored, bored as can be,
Just sitting on top of a sycamore tree,
Then out of the blue Piggle suggested,
“Let’s throw a huge party,” she requested.
“Oh yes,” her two sisters did replied,
Then all of them went down a slide,
They wrote invitations and sent them far and wide,
Until their wands ran out and dried,
On the day of the party all three were excited
They couldn’t keep still for they were delighted.
Squiggle decorated, Wriggle danced and Piggle baked and cooked,
All was done until at last they heard their friends come,
“They are here, they are here!” all three cried and went and looked,
A convoy of witches all different in sizes and some were banging on drums
They danced and played games and ate through the night,
Till the morning sun rose high in the sky,
The three witches were sad to see their friends take flight,
“Don’t worry,” they shouted “We’ll be back again soon.” as they all waved a cheery goodbye.
There were once three witches who lived on hill,
Which was close to a river and next to a mill
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