Created for Stormy's Poetry Contest w/8 word prompt.
|THE WITCHES BREW
Witches stir cobwebs and skeleton bones,
in a cauldron fit for dinner dining.
Listen you may hear from the graveyard moans,
As wolverines sit by the door whining.
Scare a headless horseman, something or such.
He was invited for dinner you see
But with no head, he can’t eat very much,
Leaving much more brew for you and for me.