The Hag

She was bedraggled, and haggard
By her last half month
She had the appearance
Of an old behemoth

Her humble abode
Was looking more ramshackled
Than if it had been hit
By a thousand meteors

As to her outer clothing
(Lets not mention the holey knickers!)
Was hanging from her worn and weary being
Like the fancy dress of a screaming banshee

Yet, despite all this
She was still able to smile
Although, as it turned out
This was her most frightening feature!

It wasn't just her fangy teeth
Nor her snake like tongue
It had more to do with
The blood curdling scream she emitted

You, the reader, may think this
A very fanciful tale
But it has evolved from a personal encounter
Which occurred in my bathroom mirror!