Witch's End Poem by Richard Stopps

Witch's End



She 'prissed' and fussed, it was her claim
That her house was clean when the 'reaper' came.
Her heart was gold (or so it seemed)
But she missed the reaper's limousine!

She swung a leg oe'r her Witch's broom
Flyin' to the far side of the moon.
But dusted off the stoop and hearth
Before at last she did depart!

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