On The Morrow's Morn - A Witches Tale Poem by Clive Culverhouse

jabed in frilied thawn
a witch blugued the trees
with her a wabled thag
did tread
and mollied at her knees

frool frool
the witch that dawn
opockied beebs and bubs
to seeb a charm
on the morrow's morn
to make her beautolub

then to slame
the wabled thag
who drooved a dan
with her
and he to seeb
some of the charm
wable he lover

and so that morn
agleeded frash
the charm bethrankled
down
the witch, the thag
melorphorized
and both lived life
unfrowned