SAT IN HER ROCKING CHAIR
WITH A SNAKE IN HER HAND
SHE WAS GOING NO WHERE
HER BROOM SWEEP, WALKED OUT
HE’D HAD ENOUGH
HE GOT TIRED OF FLYING
HE WENT AND STOOD IN THE CORNER
IN A HUFF.
SHE GETS READY NOW
TO MAKE HER SPELL
SHE WANTS TO MAKE
HER BROOM FEEL WELL.
IN THE CAULDREN SHE DOES PUT
A SNAKE, A SNAIL,
HALF AN OUNCE OF SOOT.
SHE GAVE IT A STIR AND SHE LET IT BUBBLE
AND THEN SHE'LL HAVE
NO MORE TROUBLE.
Chrissam the witch was sitting in her rocking chair, with a snake in her hand, wondering what to do! Her broom, Sweep had gone on strike. She could hear Sweep who was standing in the corner muttering to himself, about how fed up he was.
He was saying, “Flying here, flying there, carrying this and carrying that, on long cold nights, what a job to have! Well I am not going to fly any where, any more, any time, I will not.”
Chrissam did not know why Sweep was acting this way; he had been fine up until two days ago. The two of them had just come back from a flying trip and that’s when Sweep had started getting bad tempered.
” What is the matter with you Sweep? ” Chrissam asked.
” I am tired of flying; it is always cold when we go out at night. Stuie warlock’s broom, Brush, has a lovely new coat to keep him warm, a brown one to match his bristles, for night time flying. Stuie was saying he is going to get Brush a new scarf as well, a striped one, so when Brush goes flying he will look very smart indeed. All the other brooms want coats and I want one as well.”
“Oh, so, that’s what wrong with you, ” said Chirssam in a surprised voice. “Why didn’t you just ask me for one? ”
“Well, I wanted to wait until the right time and the right time is now.”
“If a new coat will help you fly again, then a new coat you shall have.” She said
Chrissam would conjure up a spell for a new coat and scarf for Sweep and a little something for herself! You see Chrissam was a very pretty little witch, with a straight nose, a curvy chin and the bluest eyes you ever did see, but, for witches that’s not really very good. What she really wanted to have was a crooked nose, a big hairy wart, green eyes, green teeth to match her eyes, maybe a shade lighter than her eyes, a pointed chin and greying skin, then all the other witches would truly believe she was one of the ugliest witches that they ever did see. How wonderful!
She got ready to make her spell, but just at that moment she caught sight of a spider, she loved spiders there were already two living in her hat. They had made a web from the brim of her hat to the top of her hat and very nice it looked too. She changed the colour of the web with a spell each day, to match the clothes she was wearing. Today she was wearing a long purple skirt, purple top, black shawl, bright yellow boots and green a hat, so today’s colour for the web was blue. Chrissam picked up the spider and put it with the other two in her hat.
Now she was ready to make her spell.
When she made her spell, Sweep was quite well!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem