Every Witch has a Wart

Every Witch has a Wart


Every witch has a wart
Or so it is said
Not all have a wrinkly, misshapen head.
Or black hat and a broom, like we’ve often been told
Or look like they must be ten centuries old.


Oh they come in all sizes and shapes now-a-days
But still at their heart evil has its cruel way.


Every witch has a wart
But not where you can look
Not all of them act like they came from a book.
They might have a bright smile, with pearly white teeth
Or poofy blonde hair with soft scents underneath.


There is only one thing a witch has to this day
She still can entrance you and whisk you away.
She won’t make you into a little brown mouse
Or else lure you into her gingerbread house.


No, the evil inside is far harder to see
It sneaks its way out, it sets hidden things free.
So be careful my friend if you drink her sweet brew
One day you might find that the witch is now…

YOU!