Thursday, August 21 - Mystery Woman

With a cat on her shoulder,

And a gleam in her eyes,

The mystery woman

Tells everyone lies,

They think she's a witch,

Sent down to save them,

When really she's evil, conniving, and brazen.

 

She thinks she's the most beautiful of all,

But everyone knows that's not true,

For she looks like frog,

All pointy and shrewd.

 

A wart on her nose and a broken broomstick,

Two crooked hands, a curl to her lips,

Sags under her eyes, and a tremendous sigh,

This wicked witch is a sight for sore eyes.

 

The people are wounded, and tired, and sick,

What kind of a witch doesn't listen to what they say,

They hope water will do the trick,

And yes, it worked, hooray!

 

Though at times she was a hard to reach itch,

They are free!

Gone is the wicked witch,

May she rest in peace.