Wickedy,Hickedy,I am a witch
Traveling the county for sweets to relish..]
Armed with a hat and Dracula at my side,
My sister ,a bunch of grapes,
Clad in balloons that pop all the time...
As we make our approach to the mowned lawns]
Of Montgomery, and ring the bell near the window]
Shrubbery_our aim is to scare and obtain our dessert:]
As we haunt ,with painted faces,the crisp october night.]
Leaves turning to yellow and the sky of greyish hue:]
I hold preciously my miniature pumpkin,
And my plastic broom.
My older brother's attempts,tentative but meek,]
To frighten me with his awkward,vampire teeth,]
Results in my tempestuous anger,
Exploding on the pavement street.
Witchs curse,and throw malignant spells
And if I could turn Oliver into a
Lemon tree,or perhaps a wild honey bee_
I'd summon all my magic power and concentrate]
On him,my wrath.
What fun!!:) Almost see your sister, Miss Buncha Grapes.
Hear the balloons popping. Thanks, and H A P P Y
H A L L O W E E N. The Wicked Witch o'Chapel Hill {heh-heh-heh}
Nice to read aloud. Brings back memories of being 11 and a witch. the neighborhood bully's comment was 'you don't need that costume to be the witch you are." If I could have cast a spell--- (g) Nice job
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Hear the balloons popping. Thanks, and H A P P Y
H A L L O W E E N. The Wicked Witch o'Chapel Hill {heh-heh-heh}
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)