there once was a witch
who could switch;
from good to evil
she had a poisonious bottle of pills
she could give you hugs
but there can also be tugs
one day she gave me the pills
said happiness is what it makes you feels
she said they were happy pills
and i didn't know that it kills
i took a few
stomach begin to brew
i threw up a lot
she gave me a potion from her pot
i then pasted out
when i woke up she shout;
how are you still alive?
do i have to use a knife?
i smiled and said, 'I spit them up;
and never drunk from the cup
while you wasn't looking.'
trusting between us isn't hooking
i forced her own pills and potion
gave a big donation
of her poisons to her
before she died she slured
i gave her
her own medicine.
there once was a witch who could switch; from good to evil...... beautiful write, simply good I like poetess tesla andstyle...10 read 'did u see? and o.mother
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not bad at all, keep it up