A Halloween poem ( a bad one but never the less)

[Old Soul]

Winnie and the Warlock~

There is a sordid tale and such-
Strange irony of the witches and their demise
And the tale begins with a witch named Winnie
And how she loved to fly
Unlike all other witches
who flew the skies at night
Winnie was somewhat of an oddity
And would only fly in broad day light
The head witch would not tolerate this
For the shame Winnie brought to the covens wheel
So she devised herself a plan
Alas!
Winnies powers she vowed to steal!
So she summoned the master warlock
from his infinite sleep in hell
Proposing they join their magic
for a mighty powerful spell
But what the head witch did not realize
In her greed and want of a powerful spell
is that when you do business with a warlock
there's always a flip side to the deal..
Nevertheless the spell was cast upon Winnie
never again did she take to flight
One can only imagine she spent her days dreaming
Of the golden sunlight
The witches were ecstatic
they chanted and sang all the day long
Cackling to their own little rhyme
"Hoo-ray ole` Winnie is gone"!!
Now time went by as it often will
Til one day the Warlock awoke
to claim his end of the deal
Never again did a witch pick up a broom
From that moment on- never took to flight
In fact this is the reason you will never see
Any Witches on Hallows Eve night
As for the Winnie and the Warlock
Rumor has it they snuggle in each others arms
under the moonlit night
Never again did the warlock have to do
any business dealings with his X wife

hehehehe!


The End~ Rene