Witchy-Poo Poem by Patti Masterman

A very mean and bicked witch
She makes me cry, she makes me itch
The wickedest witch you ever saw
Your eyes will water and your skin will crawl
She loves to give the SLY reply
And the not so sincere SIGH
She's watching you just like a HAWK
For SIGNS of weakness or dry rot
She'll UTILIZE to the full degree
ANY sloven or careless decree
To the worst recipient she will FLY
And vexing them for reason WHY
YOU would declare such a horrid thing
It makes her practically begin to SING
She takes the statement and she RUNS away
Even though you never MEANT to say
You'll be ruined as her LIPS start moving
Your innocence you'll NOT be proving
Better just SEAL your mouth up fast
And don't even mutter ONE last gasp
If you must die, better it be ALONE
Than being clawed at the SOUL and bone
For one last tidbit that she can USE
To fully flesh out her latest RUSE
It's true she's got ONE purpose in life
To create havoc, DESPAIR and strife
And when she dies, I PITY hells minions-
Then THEY'LL have to listen to her pointless opinions.