The Witch The Witch, She cackles with glee, Smells like ditch, A wart on her nose, The size of a pea, Her cauldron bubbles, Her evilness doubles, Her fingers twitch, Her potion is rich... She glugs it down... Her fingers grip, She forms a frown, The bottle drips... The potion trickles, Down her knees, Now she'll get, A bad disease, Drop the potion, troubles form, Drop the spell, And not the norm... ======================================= Notes ======================================= - This was made for The Scratch Design Studio: Magical Mixes - I hope you like the poem! - Please do not claim my art or writing as your own. - This is my first shared project on this account. ======================================= Credits ======================================= @zara-writes (Me) - Art @zara-writes (Me) - Text @zara-writes (Me) - Code @zara-writes (Me) - Content Scratch - Music
