Evil witch, deserves a brew,
a taste of her own - for her to chew,
I'll mix her a potion, she'll never forget
her eyes will be streaming, and filled with regret
I'll grab a pot and mix things in
The bathroom stash is where to begin
Her wicked ways must turn around
A medicine to make her sound
A bit of this, a bit of that
This'll fix that old, grey bat!
From room to room and to the shed
A glob of this will sort her head
It's time! It's done! Let's dose this crone
Be free of all her discord sewn
A spoon of this and things begin
Her bulging eyes, her neck so thin
Oh no! Oh dear! What have I done?
I didn't want the old hag gone!
She's growing taller, through the rafters
This has become an enormous disaster!
From down the lane come mum and dad
When they see gran they'll both be mad
Mum's face is shocked, and full of fright
But dad's is full of sheer delight
"Fetch the chucks, let's make them huge!
We'll be eating eggs from breakfast til noon
Remake the mix, we've work to do,
Now make a list of all that you used!"
I can't recall each splash for splash
But this and that should make our mash
A second batch, no that's no good
A third, a fourth each one a dud
Until a final batch was brewed
Whilst gran still spits out words so rude
A spoon of it and gran starts shrinking
Relief was ours and too-soon-thinking
She shrank and shrank until she vanished,
Dad turns to me, "That's that. I'm famished
Lad, grab that egg, we'll have a feast
And celebrate the wretched beast
It's nice and peaceful without gran
But I'm still working on a plan
To make a mix of marvellous wonder
And someday I'll become a doctor.
- by George Kranky, aged 8 (and a smidge)
Written by Sky_dancer
(A girl has no name)
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