Old Gray Witch Poem by Barry Middleton

I see the old gray witch
her heart is black as pitch
she's hatching out a scheme
to hex my every dream

she lurks in moonlit night
she loves the devil's light
when she is on patrol
she's out to steal my soul

but when a shadow falls
and by my window stalls
upon a lonely night
I don't give in to fright

I keep some water near
that is their only fear
I'll splash her with regret
for witches can't get wet

it gets them every time
so don't forget this rhyme
she'll melt like yesterday
a puddle of dismay

and don't you pity her
when witches you deter
it doesn't hurt a bit
it's just what witches get