deepundergroundpoetry.com
A Wet Spell
The weather stole
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 168
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.