Heidi The Witch Poem by norman hale

Her nose keeps on growing
Adding more worts each day
No not because she's lying
But, because she's made that way

She stirs up her ol stew
From frogs and puppy dog tails
Then throws in whatever she finds
From lizzards to slimy ol snails

She watches that show ' charmed'
And swears that it's all true
And one day they'll get together
Then come after me and you

She was a hard one to find
But she fits right in with my sisters
All of them the crafty kind
Always giving me some kind of blisters

She sneaks out on her old broom
Practicing each and every night
Now you see what I have to put up with
Looking at such a crazy sight

Maybe after Halloween is all over
I'm hoping she'll change right back
Unless, there happens to be a full moon
Then she might go out on an attack

Well now she's mad at me
And so now I have to run
I hope to see you again
But, here she comes

wrote 10/27/2009 by Norman Hale Jr.