Ding dong the witch is dead
The wicked witch is dead.
Somebody filled her brains with lead
and now the wicked witch is dead.
Ding Dong the witch is dead
Dead from the lead buried deep in her head
Dorothy! Quick! Run! hide under the bed
For a beast roams the land and hes loaded with lead.
Mary Mary! Where have you been?
'I've been to the slaughterhouse to study the scene
I used to have a little lamb, my father shot it dead
It followed me to school one day
Between two chunks of bread.
I used to have a little clock
I swallowed it one day
So now i'm taking magic pills to pass the time away'.
Alice in wonderland sitting in a tree
K-i-l-l-i-n-g....Time.
How divine!
A caterpillar that speaks in rhyme
A bunny rabbit that can tell the time!
I wonder at this wonderland
Devoid of the influence of the hands of man
I look toward the sky so blue
And wonder if this is a dream or true
Ding Dong the witch is dead
The wicked witch is dead.
News to me, Bridgid. Isn't Maggie Thatcher still alive? Cheers anyway, Jerry
Very good Bridgid, I love the sort of stacato speed of it, it has pace and flow, and would raise a smile anywhere Regards Graham.
great poem, with a good flow and a pleasant and enjoyable content! well done! HBH
This whole poem is so 'Alice In Wonderlandish, ' and 'Through the Looking Glass.' Topsey Turvey, upside down world and very funny. Linda
A clever tale, I enjoyed reading this, having found it in the forum. HG: -) xx
The most important aspect of this, is the originality of the concept. Originality is on of the first things we lose as we get older. Bridgid is still young enough to retain it and talented enough to make use of it. I'll read on. Greenwolfe 1962
ding dong the witch is dead no need to sing the blues for it seems you've now a pair of brand-new Gucci shoes! fun one, liked it! - chuck
Pure class... (All the King's horses and all the King's men..had scrambled egg for dinner again!) Danny
This is just up my street/ the Nutter Street, I belong to a family of Nutters and this poem belongs to me. brilliant cheers Sylvie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this Bridgid, it's got a lot going for it, takes me back to my childhood reading matter. Sincerely Ernestine