A Witch

I came across a poem on a blog somewhere that, while cute, didn't give, what I consider, a suitable impression of a witch. So... I revised it a bit and present it here for your review - along with the original!

A Witch

I just adore being a witch,

Especially on Halloween,

To ride upon a bushy broom

Before a full moon's gleam.

No wart upon my pretty nose,

I'd bring my big, black cat

And on my long and lovely hair,

There'd perch a pointed hat!

I brew up potions, neat and sweet,

Then deliver magic treats.

I get by stopping house to house

Astride my broom's ash seat.

And when the night is over

And morning streaks the sky,

To my enchanted cottage

With contentment and a sigh!

Revised by E A  Kaufman from a poem by

Den & Martha Roback 

A Witch

"I’d never like to be a witch

Except on Halloween

To ride upon a bushy broom

Before a full moon’s gleam

A wart upon my crooked nose

I’d hold a big, black cat

And on my long and shaggy hair

There’d be a pointed hat

I’d drink no potions, no, just eat

Those gooey trick-or-treats

I’d get by stopping house to house

Astride my broom’s rough seat

And when the night is over

And morning streaks the sky

I’d leave my haunted mansion

And broom rides wild and high

Authors Den/Martha J. Robach

Really, who doesn't want to be a witch???

Blessings nine!