.5. Brewing Up Poem by David Threadgold

Bubbling cauldron black as pitch
Make this brew set by your witch
She waves her wand of willow twig
And shouts aloud make small things big

A puff of smoke rose in the air
Black cat lay in comfy chair
The next we knew an ant went giant
Stood there looking so defiant

A ten-foot mouse ran down the hall
Carried on straight through a wall
The black cat now became so large
Saw his dinner and made a charge

A bed bug had become much bigger
Could not be called a finer figure
Big fat body and big fat head
He settled down and ate the bed

A spider hanging from the light
Pulled down the ceiling what a fright
Things at once began to shake
With brothers help now wide awake


© 2008 David Threadgold
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