Witchy Witch is So Twitchy
Witchy Witchy is so twitchy
Her colorful broom is also glitchy
They are a team
on Hallows mean
We see them flying high in the midnight sky
And the children scream “We are going to die!”
But wait, says the cat.
Who knows where it’s at.
She is not that bad, just married to a cad.
Hold up! Yells a small warlock. That is my dad!
So, the fight is on.
To the death, and the cat is gone.
The warlock yells, "Down here Mum!"
And witchy witchy heads south to get herself some
With dark brown curls.
Ugh! They taste awful! She says to her son.
I know, he replies. But I thought it would be fun.
And the girls reattach the limbs she spit out.
They hurry home to tell everyone about…
Witchy witchy and her broom which was twitchy glitchy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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