junk.rat

The Legend of Witchy-Poo

I woke up with a scare, when I heard the crows caw,
To a sight so unearthly, it filled me with awe!
I went to the window and soon came aware
Of a dark shadowy figure hunkering down there.
She looked up and cackled at my startled face
Then leaped to her broom with effortless grace.

She pushed off the grass and launched herself clear
While I ran down the stairs trying to swallow my fear.
I hurried to the lawn in the early dawn’s frost
To see something so foul that my cookies were tossed.
And what do I find, but a mysterious pile,
An indescribable mass that was steaming and vile.

I got an old shovel and started to scoop,
Large goopy piles of fresh witches poop!
But throwing it away seemed to me such a waste
So I bagged some, thinking you might like a taste!
As I finished my task, which took quite a while,
The old crone hovered near with a smug, toothless smile.

And I heard her exclaim, as she flew out of sight,
“Sorry, had a bit too much chili for dinner last night!”