Six Witches Poem by John Bliven Morin

One of Six witches sitting at tea:
'We're only half a coven, ' said she
'Where is Ada, Frieda and Fing?
Dancing yet in the toadstool ring?
Borgo, Krum and old Kriskeen
Mixing up spells for Halloween? '

Another spoke to complain and fuss:
They should be sitting here with us!
'I'm weary of waiting for them, you know,
Perhaps I'll order my meal 'to go.'
The salamander, I hear, is good
I often eat more of it than I should! '

A witch in the middle said 'I agree,
I've already had six cups of tea;
I'd like to have some toad-eye tarts,
But children have such tender hearts;
I can't decide, Brunheld, have you
Ever tasted the spider stew? '

'No, but It's quite good, I've heard,
With pureed bat and toadstool curd;
They've now perfected, for the taste,
A condiment made from toxic waste -
I think it's called just 'Scaly Scum; '
Perhaps I'll go and purchase some! '

Where are the rest, the ones so late?
To make us sit so long and wait
While smelling something in the oven,
To order we must have the coven;
Aren't they hungry? Can't they hear
Six starving witches complaining here? '

Ah, Brugma, now I think I spy
Six witches flying cross the sky!
Yes! It's them I'm sure, at last
They've come to join in our repast;
Six and six, and in between,
The devil making us thirteen!