The witches were gathered in their coven one night,
incantations were flying and creating a fright.
They howled and they shuddered and cackled with glee,
as they added more ingredients to their midnight’s tea.
Three pinches of moss mites, two scrapes of a gator
and four full tablespoons of over-ripened capers.
Oh, the steam was now rising in misty curlicues
as the tea went on steeping while they looked for their shoes.
“Those are mine”, said one. “No, they’re not”, retorted the other.
“Yours are Manolo Blahnik’s, mine are the Jimmy Choos”!
by Gayle Walters Rose
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