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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

The group.

 

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

Has begun.

 

© Joseph G Dawson





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