The Nutter, The Witch And The Broom Poem by Phil Soar

I left a broom outside her house
Because she was a witch
With a cauldron full of toads and things
And a sort of crazy twitch
She once boiled up a potion
That I drank quite accidentally
The mix had an effect on me
And messed with my mind mentally
I was dispatched to a loony bin
Where they locked me in a room
And when they filled my papers in
They left me with a broom

They kept me there for several weeks
As if I was insane
That potion made me very weak
I knew she was to blame
On my release, I said my piece
And said I'd seek revenge
I kept the broom by the mantelpiece
And went off to Stonehenge
I donned a cloak and hat (all white)
And did a sort of dance
Nothing on beneath that cloak
Just my underpants

So when I left those ancient stones
I knew that witch would pay
I had a feeling in my bones
That wouldn't go away
I found where she had bought a home
And packed the broom up tight
Went out and bought a delivery drone
And dropped it off that night
When she unwrapped that parcel
She got a nasty shock
A pain shot through her arsehole
That broom handle was a cock