The Witches
On a cold and spooky night,
Three young witches took flight.
They grabbed their brooms and their hats,
Completely ignoring their beloved cats.
Out the window, they did fly
Up into the darkened sky.
All the fun they had in mind,
Was hindered by what they saw behind.
Three black cats on broomsticks small,
Following behind them all.
Curious, but not willing to stop,
They found a home and perched atop.
Down the chimney, like Old St. Nick,
They jumped and ran through very quick.
The witches were fast, but the cats were quicker,
And with every step the witches felt sicker.
In the dark, they ran and crashed,
Couches and tables all got smashed.
They saw the cats behind them still,
Ran through the kitchen and cups did spill,
Down the hall and through the door,
Hoping to see those cats no more.
Across the street and into a school,
They saw more witches! Oh, how cool!
Now they had a perfect disguise,
A Halloween party, to the cats’ demise.
The cats left sadly, and began to squeal,
For all they wanted was a little meal…
2 comments:
your poems are so cute! sounds like you had a great halloween, i remember going to that haunted house before, i was so excited to have an excuse to hold this boy's hand that i totally was in love with!!
Tyler wants to know if that boy was "big head dan"?
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