The wicked witch of the east <br />Belched after devouring the feast <br />Her face painted in white rouge <br />She searched for some crimson blood <br />To make the ultimate potion <br />On the eve of the new moon <br />Descending on earth once <br />In a thousand years <br />For, its immortality she wanted <br />Patiently for the prey, she waited <br />At the railway station <br />Exactly on time was the train <br />The victims walked past <br />Unseeing the danger cast <br />Just as she stood up for the kill <br />She tripped on her shoe lashes and fell <br />An officer on duty helped her recover <br />But when she did herself gather <br />The train had left the station in a jiffy <br />Only a vehicle destined to do its duty <br />And she was left sulking in her distress <br />But who’s to blame but her clumsiness <br />And that’s how she still remains <br />Mortal after all these years<br /><br />Aminath Neena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wicked-witch-2/
