The Witches Broomstick
A spell for the handle, a spell for the reed,
A spell for the string, a spell for the speed.
A commonplace object ignored through the
Year, that springs into life as Hallowe'en nears;
When witches & wizards, phantoms & freaks,
Pour from the shadows to cry 'Trick or Treat'.
An aircraft of woe made by Wretched & Mean,
That takes to the air with an ‘orrible scream,
A bedevilled broom handle, a bewitched bunch
Of reeds, a croaky old pilot that cackles at speed.
The scare-brakes are great on the dour Duck &
Dive, but for hovering hate choose the Tease
‘Til They Cry. They corner at speed and they all
Loop the loop, the cursed Evil-Diesel is top of
There are customised throttles and levers to steer,
There are seats in moan-rubber or some in sheer
Fear. The bristles are hexed by a spell most forlorn,
Take one out for a test, but be back before dawn.
As the sun slowly sets on All Saints' Day eve,
There's excitement and magic abroad on the
Streets, but do listen out for a low throaty
Hum, there’s a witch overhead - Hallowe’en
© Joseph G Dawson