Round the cauldron
They all took turns
Blathering their opinions
Cackling their concerns
A quadrivial group
Gossiping away
Nothing but prattle
In which to say
Their brimstone elixir
Fizzled and bubbled
But after listening to their words
The concoction grew troubled
Then with a sudden eruption
And an unforeseen flash
Those four old biddies
Well they all turned to ash
And all anyone can relay
About that unspeakable day
Is that their beloved potion
Must have had some repressed emotion
A reminder to be careful what you say. 😉
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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…and four more bite the dust… ☺❤
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Thank God my killing streak never morphs into real life. 😉
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Truth! lol ☺
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Very imaginative!
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Thank you 😉
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This was great, gave me a smirk, a smile and snort…LOL
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Reminded me of one of our favorite movies. Remember? Lol… 😉
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Love it!! I can totally picture it lol
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Thank you… I never know where these ideas come from. Lol
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You’re not supposed to. It’s just supposed to happen 😉
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Oh, and they do!
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Best kind lol
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