Rumpelstiltskin And The Witches

    
The wheel-horse, wilful and eager    
dragged the cart with its hard seats    
and heavy wrought-iron frame over the bumpy track    
up the windswept hill while the witches    
stuffed wadding under their bony bottoms    
to soften the jarring bounces    
thinking to worship the weaver    
who, grinning, offered his new ware,    
a cape from spun gold for a high price of sacrifice    
but the witches with a wry smile    
had also brought with them a wreath    
and suddenly switched plans.