Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Well that was unique! ☺❤ I heard that Warty married Morty and had twins named Porky and Dorky.
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Oh dear… that’s quirky… 🙂
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That’s right it was triplets. Porky, Dorky and Quirky! ☺❤
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Nice! 😉
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☺
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” I put a spell on you”., a crusty crotchety old witch. Your poem was gorgeous 😲
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Thanks! 😉
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