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A Peculiar Tale
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Maihri Patrick
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SYNOPSIS
This is a rhyming story about two witches who are regularly mistaken for each other by a group of villagers living close to a wood. The two are sisters and their magical spells and potions cause mayhem when one of them tried to cure a bout of the flu.
Instead of curing coughs and sneezes the village became overrun with mice.
In a land full of mayhem
And mystical tales
Lies a wood with a path
Full of hovering smells
The path passes through
Tall shadowy trees
With brown tangled roots
And tired old leaves
A house with a roof
Full of battered slate tiles
Peers through the tired stems
Of giant green ferns
A rumbling noise
Can be heard through the land
As lotions and potions
Explode with a bang
As a blackening haze
Of smoke and thick soot
Hides a face with a twist
And pointed old boots
A gnarled little grin
Plays host to three teeth
Which lean just like headstones
And are broken and green
A wart on the nose
Is ugly and sore
And the hairs on the chin
Are tied to the door
The face of a witch
As dark as the night
Glows red in the morning
And yellow sometimes
And deep in the swirling
Bitumous fog
She cackles six times
And croaks like a frog
The potions she makes
To get rid of colds
Make everyone sneeze
And look terribly old
And the witch has a twin
She too has spots
But witch witch is which
Not everyone knows
The two sisters live
In the same deep dark wood
And their houses they look
The same in the gloom
But one collects shells
The other old sticks
And the cauldron she boils
Stands on two bricks
The lotions and potions
Are boiled with a spell
One said with flowers
The other a smell
The village folk
Mixed them up in a trice
And many a house
Was infested with mice
The size of the nose
Told them apart
But which witch was witch
Was truly an art
So if by some chance
You go to the wood
And spy an old cottage
All covered in soot
Look for a nose
With a turn at the tip
And beware of the mice
And a potion that squeaks
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