Woes Of A Witch Poem by Bailey Logan
Woes Of A Witch
Oh, how old I have become,
Make my age turn back!
Be rid of my foolishness
with a tablespoon of tact.
Exchange my evil nature for
a touch of style and grace
turn my damned lumped skin
into a beautiful smiling face
Cauldron, oh cauldron,
boil and pop
I command you to make me happy!
as I sip the very last drop
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4/23/2024 9:17:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well done! What's the use of being a witch if the magic doesn't work on yourself?