She ploughed through the sky, <br />With her 1.8 engine broom, <br />And put her foot down and screamed ‘oh my! ’ <br />A nitrogen tank was fitted for that extra zoom. <br /> <br />The bristles customised to suit her mood, <br />An ipod docking bay – she could play her tunes, <br />A small compartment for her food, <br />The stereo player how loud they boomed! <br /> <br />A designer chair for her bum, <br />A stylish cup holder for her rum, <br />Leather hand holds for added grip, <br />The heated chair for an icy trip. <br /> <br />A sat nav installed – she never got lost, <br />Carbon fibre handle bars it weighed an ounce, <br />A Dixie horn fitted now who’s boss? <br />Through the sky how she would flounce. <br /> <br />She had taken it to the boys down town, <br />And had her broom pimped. <br /> <br /> <br /> © Michael Moorcroft August 12th 2009<br /><br />Michael Moorcroft<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-witches-broom/
