Three Witches Brew

Watch out, over there!  No over there!

It's time to be alert, it's time to beware.

Time for Ghosts and Goblins and fear!

Look for witches who take to the air.

Time for monsters, spooks and storytelling.

Time to see who'll scare first, who'll be yelling.

It's Halloween time the best time of the year,

For ghost stories around a fire which crackles and sears.

Be leery of the places in the mind

Places which are superstition lined.

Thoughts will invade when reason's gone blind

Now with that, here's a story of mine.

 

Deep within the darkest of woods,

Three witches, there stood.

Around a fire that licked and crackled,

They squawked, laughed, and cackled.

Stirring a caldron brew,

They licked their lips and spit in their stew.

The caldron brew bubbled and boiled.

To tell the truth, it looked much like soil.

“Quick sisters, one taste the gruel!”

While the others watched, licked their lips and drooled,

Into the caldron went a large spoon.

Out it came covered in goo.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t taste true.”

“Maybe it needs a toad!”  Interrupted the other two.

“No wait, one moment, I know what to pursue.

I know what to put in our brew!”

Yes, Yes, tell us what it needs!

Tell us sister, quickly, please.”

“We needs a small child to put in there,

Be it a boy or a girl, I do not care.”

“How do we find such a creature, where, where?

Do we see one, there, there, or there?”

“No sisters, but they’re easy to find, not to worry.”

We’ll find a nasty child to put in our slurry.

Look for something short, ugly and smelly

And try to find one soft in the belly.

M-m-m sisters, this our lips should be tasting.

Let us hurry, let’s stop our wasting!”

Off to the air the sisters took,

Laughing and cackling like crooks,

Looking for children to put in their stew,

Looking for one hoping for two.

“There sisters, there sits three!

There, three by the fire, I do see.

That’s one for you, and you, and me.”

The witches shouted jovially.

“Oh sister, but it’s true, they do, they stink

Worse than flowers, I should think.”

“Yes, I told you so, they do.

But not to worry, it will wash off in our brew.”

They dove after the children, not one or two but three.

They dove out of the sky, from behind a cover of trees.

“Let that one there be!”

“There’s a big one, that ones for me!”

The witches argued as their excitement grew.

“No, not that one, that child’s not for you!”

Darting and dashing went the children three.

Off they ran, they ran away free.

The witches missed their prey due to their greed

And ended up crashing into a thicket of trees.

 

Deep within the darkest of woods,

Three witches, there stood.

Around a fire that licked and crackled,

They squawked, laughed, and cackled.

Stirring a childless caldron brew,

“Shall we add a toad?” “Yes better make it two.”

holiday

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