Bit o’ Cackle

Double, Double Toil and Trouble

The spoon’s encased in gnarly knuckles

Something's cooking – you ready to eat?

Promise the gamey taste can’t be beat.

The witch cackles and it lingers all around

Shivers run up and down at the sound

Steam rises from the huge, coal black pot

Holy hell – please don't say this is your lot.

“Come hither, dearie,” a crooked finger begs.

Fear invades, there’s no sensation in your legs.

“You’ll not feel a thing,” she says and cackles.

“You’re more plump and juicy than the apples.”

Eyes wide, you shake with fear and stumble back

You don’t want to be this old hag’s midnight snack

Your mouth opens wide to produce a scream -

Then you wake – thank God it’s but a dream.

Staggering, you head to the kitchen for a wee drink

Cause the old hag managed to take you to hell's brink;

The door swings wide - you can’t mask your surprise,

There stands the wicked witch in her insatiable guise.