The Wicked Witch Poem by cheryl davis miller

The diary of the 'wicked witch'
is a mystery to sound minds.
She's never wrong in her thoughts as
she bats her eyes and whines.

She forgets that she's the one who left
thinking she had a guy on the hook.
But he ran home to his own wife
once he took a second look.

Knew which side his bread's buttered on
he was only having a fling.
She wept tears for many days cause,
she thought she'd wear his ring.

Then when her ex met someone new
she laid the blame on him.
Now her goal is to try to bring
some heart ache down on them.

Cause misery loves company
likes to spread itself around.
What you spread comes back to roost
in life is what I've found.

So 'weepy eyes' has seen nothing yet;
to what she has to come.
The 'wicked witch' will rue the day;
she did what she has done.

c.d.m. 5/2011