Witch's Treat Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Bubble, bubble toil and trouble,
a witch’s feast fit to gobble
when winds do howl and moon is bright
and trick-or-treaters scream in the night.

It’s the goodies they'll be wanting
when they knock at my door,
so I’ll dish out my brew
and they’ll beg me for more.

Let's see....there's tail of lizard, eye of newt
goblin feet and Frankie’s old boot,
a worm, a spider, a wing of bat,
a web for spicing from a wizard’s hat;
the hair of a dog and claw of a cat,
a pinch of this and some of that.

Oh, how it churns and bubbles
but it’s worth all the trouble
fixing some especially for you;
'cause there’s nothing quite as good
on a cold ‘haunting night’
as some of my Halloween Stew.