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:
Thats a great poem. Makes me want to read more.
That last witch in that last pic--ugh!! Awful. I love it, lol!
yeah...loved these photos
That last shot is freaking amazing!!!!
yeah, love that last pic!
Love the poem AND the photos.
holy hell...these witches are SO salty!!!
& sorta pungent too...gahhhhhhh. witches are love!!!
with visions of moist creeping things in their heads...<333!!!
bad girls. : D
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