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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For a month of writing prompts, click here; Brimstone brew