There is a witch named Linda Frown
she lives with a troll at the edge of town.
She decided one day to shoot a few rounds-
she was jealous of 3 cute little clowns.
She was driving behind them not making a sound
but she had her high beams on...
Then the clowns stopped to say
'Stop following us this very day.'
Linda witch did not just go on her way
she started doing something that is
not o.k.
Parol made a report of this offense
but Linda Witch got away...
It will catch up with
no matter what they say.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem