Friday, November 25, 2016

Witches' Night Before Halloween

Twas the night before Halloween and all through the cottages
The witches were stirring their brews and their potages
Their cupboards were bursting with hoptoads and newts,
And they'd shined up their pointy-toed, fancy dress boots.

The witchlings were snoring all snug in their beds
With visions of moist, creeping things in their heads.
"Nice night," whispered Mad Maud to Potbelly Pat,
As she snuffed out the torches and took in the cat....

Lesley Bannatyne



8 comments:

Jay's Shadow said...

Thats a great poem. Makes me want to read more.

Sara said...

That last witch in that last pic--ugh!! Awful. I love it, lol!

Rot said...

yeah...loved these photos

Holy Tarra said...

That last shot is freaking amazing!!!!

Pam Morris said...

yeah, love that last pic!

Wikkedmoon said...

Love the poem AND the photos.

girl6 said...

holy hell...these witches are SO salty!!!
& sorta pungent too...gahhhhhhh. witches are love!!!

girl6 said...

with visions of moist creeping things in their heads...<333!!!
bad girls. : D