Charlatans Poem by Garrett Carroll

Three travelers walk side by side,
A woman, red car, and unborn bride.
They drive across valley mountains,
Hoping to find the witch charlatans.
They cursed the woman with a problem,
And gave her the anger to go solve 'em.
They gave her car two light swollen eyes,
And gave it bat wings to fly to the skies,
Out of orbit and away from the
Woman. The unborn bride was a huh?

They reached the witches, cursed their names,
And they took them out with bow and slang.
Too much for the wise Charlatan's to endure,
The car, the bride and woman's obscure.
The bride was a huh?