Spooky Spells ... a narrative poem for Hallowe'en

 1. Spooky Sal

 

There is a place a few folk know

that’s just beyond the bend.

A world where magic comes alive,

a world of let’s pretend;

where dragons fly and mermaids swim

while ogres stomp and seethe,

where witch and wizard cast their spells

in weird make believe.

 

And in this odd enchanted land

by woodland tall and shady,

there lives a strange yet wise

and somewhat spooky magic lady.

                                                                                                

Old Sal the Witch (who’s been around

a century or three)

with green hair, eyepatch, boxer’s nose

and one arthritic knee,

is best described as someone who

you wouldn’t want to vex,

for if you cause annoyance

you’ll end up under a hex.

 

If anyone should be a bore

or impolite and nasty,

most likely they’ll transmogrify

into a Cornish pasty.

 

Old Spooky Sal the Witch once saw

a bully who (the fool)

demanded money meant for lunch

off some kid outside school.

In seconds flat, the kid was given

all his money back,

whereas the bully changed into

a warty natterjack.

 

And then the parish councillors

once put a tax on cats

of witches in old council houses,

caves and high rise flats.

 

 

Old Spooky Sal objected,

and won tax-free guarantees

by turning all the council members

into chimpanzees.

 

Come turn the page and you will find

more tales of make believe:

a place of magic and of fun,

you’ll never want to leave …