It’s that witchy time of year when kids start thinking about Halloween, trick-or-treating, skeletons, vampires, and other scary things going bump in the night. Today, I have three witch poems for you. I wrote For Sale, the first poem posted below, for my collection of humorous fairy tale poems. I think you’ll be able to figure out “which witch” of fairy tale fame is referred to in the poem.
I posted the other two poems previously at Wild Rose Reader.
A cottage made of gingerbread.
The owner witch was just found dead.
She left it to her brother Fred.
He doesn’t want it. Freddie said:
“Please sell the house at any price.
I do not want one made with spice—
A candy coated, sticky sweet
Old cottage that lost kids will eat.
It’s just one room—that’s way too small…
And thirty miles from WARLOCK MALL.
I shop there almost every day.
Please sell the house without delay.
And with the money that I get
I’ll buy a brand new jumbo jet
Engine powered zigzag zoom
Silver bristled sonic broom.”
THERE WAS A WITCH
There was a witch who liked to race
Her supersonic broom through space.
At six o’clock last Friday night
She blasted off at speed of light.
She whizzed past Mercury and Mars…
Then headed off toward distant stars.
Across the galaxy she sped,
A black peaked helmet on her head.
An interstellar traveler, she
Explored the Milky Way with glee.
She chased swift comets here and there.
She watched bright supernovae flare.
She zipped through clouds of cosmic dust…
A witch bewitched by wanderlust.
There was a witch, I’m sad to say,
Flew near a big black hole one day.
It sucked her in just like a bean.
You won’t see HER on Halloween!
Wicked, warty crone, dressed
In black, a peaked hat
Teetering on her head as she
Careens through the air on her broom cackling
At Political Verses, I have a double dactyl written by Julie Larios.
At Blue Rose Girls, I have a repeat post called Blogging My Poetry.
Laura Purdie Salas has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.