The following poem is for entertainment only and does not reflect my personal views on wiccans, pagans etc.

Beware Her Wrath

With pointy hat and pointy nose,
A pointy chin as well,
In league with forces of the dark,
To make of earth a hell.

A cauldron bubbles on a hearth,
Don’t dare to peek within.
For eyes will water stomach turn,
And your head will spin.

That broomstick in her hand my friend,
You think is just for show.
Can truly fly and carries her,
Her evil deeds to sow.

If you should be out in the woods
And crumbling cottage see.
Don’t play at brave and “check it out”,
Just turn around and flee.

This witch has lived three hundred years,
May live three hundred more.
If you would live another day,
Don’t knock upon her door.

Cheers, Winston