Witches (not) in Britches

Another attempt at Chelsea’s terrible poetry contest where, thus far, I have been judged previously as ‘absolutely dreadful’, ‘without redeeming features’ and ‘unrepeatable’ but not quite bad enough.

“Let’s Topic on a humorous end to a useful object,” Chelsea suggests

Here we go again ….

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The witch she mixes potion

Bats’ wings and eye of newt

Tears of angels, toes of frogs

Old wine and rotting fruit

She casts her spell, she leaves her smell

She takes off with a slop

“She’ll not get far with that,” I say,

“It’s not a broomstick, it’s a mop.”

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6 thoughts on “Witches (not) in Britches

  1. Pingback: WINNER of the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest 4/24/2020 | Chelsea Ann Owens

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