Pale and wan was her face, <br />Her eyes a sultry green, <br />Her nose all bent and twisted, <br />Her black hair straggly unclean, <br /> <br />Her mouth large and toothless, <br />Her lips the colour of port, <br />Her cheeks sunken and hollow, <br />On her chin was an oversized wart, <br /> <br />Her spindly hands were bent, <br />Her fingers looked like claws, <br />Her legs were all dirty and dank, <br />And were covered in septicy sores, <br /> <br />She wore a very strange hat, <br />A pointed and wide brimmed affair, <br />And a cloak that was old and raggy, <br />With spiders at home on it there, <br /> <br />She wore underneath this a dress, <br />A black and shapeless thing, <br />All covered in cobwebs and dirt, <br />And a belt made of old string, <br /> <br />At her side there lay a cat, <br />A friend who she really adored, <br />It was black and so evil looking, <br />And it had rather nasty sharp claws, <br /> <br />In the corner there lay a broomstick, <br />Made out of old branches from trees, <br />A strange looking symbol upon it, <br />Saying 'Won't you come fly with me please, <br /> <br />And on the old fireplace being heated, <br />Was a dark iron cauldron so big, <br />And inside were lots of strange things, <br />Including the head of a pig, <br /> <br />Then she uttered the words we feared, <br />Come sit down and share in some tea, <br />Well its anything but boring, <br />When we go to great grandmas for tea<br /><br />sue crocker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bewitching-tale/
