My Witch

 

There’s a witch in our shed

or so I’ve been told,

with hair like a princess

and beautifully clothed.

 

She rides a silver broomstick

with a very friendly mouse,

all around our garden

flying over our house.

 

Her wand is the tool

to freeze bothersome boys,

replace them with fairies

who don’t make any noise!

 

She takes from our fridge

our food that’s so cold,

for spells and magic potions

turn brothers into toads.

 

There’s a witch in our shed

or so I’ve been told,

I wanted to meet her

but she cried: ‘YOU’RE TOO OLD!’