The Witch.
In a dirty old ditch, lived a wicked old WitchWho preyed on the weak and the mild
Long claws and black hair
And sharp teeth to be fair
Who was partial to the odd little child
She would wait in the dark,or down by the park
For those that were naughty or bad
Then look for a stray
And whisk them away
Leaving Mummy and Daddy all sad
So be good girls and boys and play with your toys
Don't wander away from your Mummy
If you stray near a ditch
There might be a Witch
And you may just end up in her tummy.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2009-05-17 at 10:41
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