PIMPLES OF THE WITCH

My granny use to be a very naughty, nasty, mean witch,

She gave nice people lots of pimples, and made those pimples itch,

She'd sell a cure in a plastic tub,

Just a mayonnaise and alcohol rub,

Granny became really rich, off the pimple cream, she would pitch.

BELL'S WISHING WELL TO HELL

I knew a pretty, young witch named, Wanda Bell,

She wished up demons from her deep wishing well,

One gave pa a pox,

Caused ma to detox,

I took one of Bell's demons to show and tell.

THE CURSE OF THE TOADSTOOL

My foot stepped upon a toadstool, now I feel like a toad,

I have this inclination, to sun myself out in the road,

First I'll eat a couple bugs,

I'll juice them out with tongue hugs,

I'm trying to walk upright, but my legs are just too bowed.

VILLAGE WITHOUT INTERNET (A Curse of Witches)

I live in a village where witches are banned,

So, Sunday burnings of found witches is planned,

The witches curse us and wiggle,

As we towns folk all giggle,

And, the towering infernal is fanned.