I AM NOT A WICKED WITCH, BUT I CAN BE PRETTY EVIL

For seven years, seven months, seven weeks, seven days, and seven hours,

I filtered through the internets, to gain my great magical powers,

If someone bugs me, they get a curse,

And soon they're riding in a hearse, 

And, all the maidens named Rapunzel, I've locked away in magic towers.

THE LITTLE GREEN WARLOCK STAIRS

A little green warlock, lived at the top of my stairs,

He refused to go outside, because of the big bears,

I said just cast a spell,

Send the bears off to dwell,

To a land where there's plenty of fish, honey, and pears.

THE LITTLE GREEN WARLOCK HUNTED THE BEAST

A little green warlock knocked on my front door,

He said he was part of the green warlock lore,

He said he was hunting a beast,

For the a Halloween feast,

He told me to drive him to the butcher store.

THE LITTLE GREEN WARLOCK

There was a little green warlock, living in an oak tree,

He was always placing mean spells, upon my mates and me,

One day he chanced to come inside,

The little bar, where we have pride,

He then beat us all at darts, for a dart player was he.

WITCH SPELLING FUN, AND ZITS

Donny liked to eat a pan of bacon grease, fried grits,

But, every time he ate them, Donny broke out with big zits,

So, Donny got a witch to cast a spell,

It cleared his blemishes, very well,

But, Donny got a side affect, tuna fish smelling arm pits.

SPELLS = OINTMENTS

I had a little basket of flowers, 

I thought they gave me supernatural powers,

But, when I made spells for some cash,

I got a contagious rash,

Now, I spread on ointments for hours.