Wiccan Sally Sue

I’ve known some Wiccas in my time,

Sky clad witches!

Wicked! 

They chanted spells in words that rhyme.

I watched,

waiting,

wanting to play.

I neither sought portion nor spell—

Not trusting the magic of it.

I thought them whores,

all raised in Hell—

whose sinful flesh I yearned to get.

I met a witch named Sally Sue—

I took a longing for that Miss.

You won’t believe what she could do

For just a nickel and a kiss.

Her beauty rare,

she stole my heart,

that sky clad witch named Sally Sue.

She taught me secrets of her art.

She taught me things I never knew.

When moonlight’s full on Solstice eve,

their gossamer nude bodies dance.

And power men cannot conceive

is raised to give new life a chance.

Daughters from Hell?  These Wiccas—

Nay!

With grace and beauty they create

more peace and love than words can say

to save a world, dying with hate.

But in despair we had to part—

I and my Wiccan, Sally Sue.

She left me with a broken heart

to do what only Wiccas do.