Small Hex Poem

September 5, 2017 — cauldron, hex, poetry

Witch’s Brew I made a wish Upon a casserole dish, For my cauldron was at the menders; The handle was broken And it just wouldn’t work It just stood there on the ground; It made me feel like a berk; And I couldn’t borrow Brenda’s (As it was wash day). So, I resorted to Pyrex […]

via Witch’s Brew — Graeme Sandford