Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Friday, March 12, 2010

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!

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