A Local Witch Poem by Garba Ado Ibrahim

So much a pity and too much a shock,
to your reputation as you speak,
no fire no smoke.
When i saw her sunken eyes,
so small and black,
her huge and shapeless,
structure like olden block,
i thought she is a first class witch,

yet she is a famous powerless witch,
all she can hurt is a fly and she tells,
load of lies,
to me she is more a local witch,
though she incalcated in mind of a bunch,
she is a famous and dangerous witch.

Her parents are headless heads which,
made her the witch with no match,
witch of the CENTER OF UNITY i don't say French,
kitten was sacrificed the lion is far for a touch,
even if he walks with a lurch.

When the sun was shining he made his catch,
his future is his future you watch,
may you rest in peace kitten our friend,
and may urgly witch sow what she reaped,
in almighty's name not in devil's her lord.