Witches' Spell
"Witches' Spell"
A green house stands.
Up on a blue mountain
Green lightning.
Flashes from it's EyEs.
Up there evil black birds.
With human like faces.
With human like lips.
With human like hips.
The power of her magic,
Seems like tricks.
Out of her mouth,
Cometh a shower of powers!!!
Within thee hour,
Signs will come.
When thee milk
Turns sour!!!
Turns sour!!!
Turns sour!!!
When the Rats, Bats,
Frogs, Humans, and,
Roaches are cooking
Dead in the pot!!!
The witches' stew
Turns rock blue!!!
Copyright © Marvin Whitfield | Year Posted 2017
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