Gypsy Or Witch? Poem by Phil Soar

I recall a gypsy woman
Knocking at my door
Trying to sell me heather
With the threat of something more
Perhaps she put a curse on me
For not purchasing same
I fell and broke my arm today
And I think she is to blame

She had a rather ‘angry’ look
Like she’d been struck by fate
I thought I better shut the door
Before it got too late
She gave a little cackle
Flew off down the road
On a broomstick made of lizards legs
And a hat made from a toad