Witches Galore Poem by eliza keating

ON attempting to fly on my broomstick tonight
though i tried, and i tried, i just couldnt take flight
and tonight of ALL nights my old brooms playing up
when I'm a contender for the witches gold cup

an amazing award, yes IVE been nominated
so please understand, why I'm feeling frustrated

After many a year, wishing and praying
and finally tonight, I thought i'd be saying

who id like to thank..........then i'd start to cry
this dream wont come true, if old broomy wont fly

i'd be sat at the table, with the witches supreme
laping up praise and living the dream

NOW I REMEMBER MY STUPID OLD CAT
TODAY WEE'D ON MY BROOM STICK,
AND THEM ON MY MY HAT
I'll cast old broomy a spell that will make her dry
and as quick as a flash, we; ll be ready to fly


Eliza