Woe-be-goneness, come about, <br />Little girls’ face soon to pout; <br />Bats go whoosh through the air, <br />Flying low to steal some hair; <br />Wilting souls be not aware, <br />When frightful laughter comes to scare; <br />Low drifting fog is creeping now in, <br />Better not hide in the witches’ den; <br />Dangling three rats with a firm grip, <br />Into the bubbling pot, soon to slip; <br />Blistered lips in creepage motion, <br />Whisper words of an imprecatory notion, <br />Imprecation to a frightful scare, <br />Brings terror in a dark nightmare, <br />Witches’ brew has boiling bubbles, <br />When each burst will bring big troubles, <br />Witches’ laughter now whoop la bold, <br />Scary curse upon you unfold......<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imprecation-of-the-curse/
