The Witch With A Twitch…
There once was a witch; a witch with a twitch
It bothered her night and day.
She cast a spell in hopes to quell
But the twitch was here to stay
She cursed and durst and turned a verse
to make the twitch so flee.
But in the end the cursed was penned
Here to stay it will be.
The twitch did itch, her eyes did pitch.
They lost all energy.
Without her sight, life was blight,
She really couldn’t see.
One day a fine lad, he knocked on her pad
He knew not what was she.
Upon opening the door, it was to his horror
A blind witch with a twitch he did see.
She invited him in, to sit in her den
Her story began to unfold.
It seems she was sad and then became mad,
And turned a prince into a toad.
A curse came alight, that gave her this plight
The twitch would her punishment be.
See prince had a curse that placed on the worst
If a toad he was turned and shall be.
Since the witch couldn’t see, she was starving, in need
And had long had a craving for lad
So she pulled out her wand with intent to abscond
And hopes of a meal to be had.
The lad was too quick; the witch not too slick
And away he was gone in a flash.
When all was complete, she confronted defeat
her house was now nothing but ash.
A lesson was learned and now fully earned
It’s best to not go off the wall.
If sad becomes mad and mad becomes bad,
You better just walk away from it all!
