Three Young Witches
By Sis Unsworth
Three
young witches from afar, full of fun and mirth,
thought
they’d cross the Milky Way and reach the planet Earth.
When
the other witches were asleep, they set off in the night,
Jupiter
lay straight ahead with
One
young witch did lose control, halfway through the flight,
her
broomstick missed a falling star, and hit a meteorite.
Another
witch was filled with fear, when she lost control,
Trying
hard to steer her broom, flew into a black hole.
The
surviving witch did turn around, as she was heard to scream,
“Never
will I roam again, well, not till Halloween!”
Copyright
Sis Unsworth
Another pithy little verse to add to your collection (20 so far). Very nice, more to come?
ReplyDeleteSo that's the reason for the absence of broomsticks last night!
ReplyDeleteDidn't see any ghosts either. Good poem Sis
I love your witchy poems Sis.I could see you on a broomstick dipping and diving and having a good laugh
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