The Witching hour
Contributed by
lillyjane
on
Tuesday, 23rd October 2007 @ 01:44:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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Im a pretty little witch , OH YES I AM !!
In my cauldron I make jam
on Halloween though, I get the calling,
I turn nasty till the morning,
my reflection shows an ugly hag,
my clothes turn into witches rags,
out the closet comes my broom,
into the night off I zoom,
my cackling laugh, feels you with fear,
as the witching hour is drawing near,
your run and hide try to flee,
I love to make you scared of me,
then when the witching hour has past,
I go back to normal, done my task,
again im back to sweet little me ,
come in my dear have some tea..
.
have some jam, pull up a chair,
cackle, cackle, if you dare..
whats that you said, I have a big nose,
it makes up for having only three toes..
you see a witch can even joke,
Laugh !!! or your be a puff of smoke,
now eat your jam, its on a scone,
then may be, JUST MAY BE. i'll let you go home.
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lillyjane
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2007-10-23 01:44:45]
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