Just entertaining my grandaughter on a wet and windy morning.

The Witch.

In a dirty old ditch, lived a wicked old Witch
Who preyed on the weak and the mild
Long claws and black hair
And sharp teeth to be fair
Who was partial to the odd little child

She would wait in the dark,or down by the park
For those that were naughty or bad
Then look for a stray
And whisk them away
Leaving Mummy and Daddy all sad

So be good girls and boys and play with your toys
Don't wander away from your Mummy
If you stray near a ditch
There might be a Witch
And you may just end up in her tummy.

Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2009-05-17 at 10:41

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ngaio Beck
I do not know,(in English),the correct classification for this type of verse,but I enjoy it very much.

John Ashleigh
A lovely ingredient - we call it hilarity. Suttle and light-hearted.


As cute as cute can be Graham. Love the limerick form too!

melanie sue
Cute!This reminds me so much of a story book I use to read to my children. I can't remember the title but it seems like it was called "chicken legs". Anyway, I enjoyed reading this. It is very well written with a wonderful rhythm and flow!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
HM , me thinks of Thatcher.

Great write .l

Ken ( D Williams )