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The Witch – A parody (by Gwen)

April 14, 2010 by  
Filed under Poetry

I saw her picking cowslips,

and watched her where she stood.

She never knew I spied her,

While hiding in the wood.

Her skirt was black as coal dust,

And black her steeple hat,

Her broomstick lay beside her,

I’m positive of that.

Then as she turned toward me,

I thought it best to fly

For it was Anne Robinson,

Winking her right eye.

I knew there would be a stink,

She was from “The weakest link”


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