"Spells Are Dizzy Illusions"

Hey Bro, been to the Witches Kitchen lately?
Skinned snake served cold with lice on ice,
Way to go if you need a bowl to vomit lightly
There in the night searching for a complaint.

The manager being a woman the mean Witch
sweeping the floor with her brand new broom –
“Can’t you see I’m so busy you lousy customer
Why not try the rats stew mixed in crow soup,

Followed with a desert of bats minced in candy
Catch me if you can time to dance glancing,
Are my sisters singing can a demon cancan
With a kiss of life without falling on the floor,

Signaling the pending disappearing there
Witches brew time all alone before crying,
Their boredom the same old jokes dying
Where to now the gravestone too heavy,

For the ghastly ghoul a ghost to escape
Down a rat hole to the ghouls gala dinner,
Thyme from the garden on slimy dishes
Signaling it’s time to close at midnight.

My witches wishing to lay their heads down
Dreaming married distant cousins frowning,
When the till tolls their money will be lost
Screeching blind spells are dizzy allusions?”