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Deep in the woods. In a house very old. Lived a wizened wild lady. With a heart of pure gold. Her hair was all frizzy. Her skin not too clean. But ask her for magic. And she'd shine with a gleam.
Bottles and bottles, They line the walls, On a hook is a cloak, Eaten and mothballed, Little yellow eyes scowl, Over a hooked nose, Dressed all in black, Even her pantyhose, A mouse keeps its...
I spy, I spy with this newts eye... A twiggy broom flying high in the sky. And there a silhouette upon the Luna light Rides the wicked witch of the dark night. #witch #halloweenparty ©Odd.
#Halloweenparty. #pumkins. Thinking her thoughts of mischief before. The guy of the 5th with bonfires bright. And works of flame to the night sky. But halloween light. On the 31st night.
There were seven men Around a pyre, Their touches held aloft, Ready for a fire. The moon was full, Yet the night was still. No howl or caw, No breeze of wind, Or whispers from the trees.
Down deep in the forest warm, Began strong wind, furthermore a storm. Young Penelope, started to feel unsafe and unsure, From out of nowhere, came an old lady called Ms. Buerr.
Draconian cackles erupted like lava from the blackness of the vast forest, echoing eerily through the trees.
There was an old lady. Who lived in a forest. She had a black cat. Whose name was Horace. With her long black cape. And her pointy nose. Ten shrivelled fingers. Ten ugly toes. Spots on her hands.
Verna is no witch lady, but Erutàron's fridge filled with Red Delicious, she sure is crafty, Athena tells Ondine don't be moody, still Ondine pictures a ladies room, one lavatory banging and jolty.
A wart on her nose, A garden of one thorny rose, A black pointy hat, A spoiled fat black cat, A happy little witch, So why the twitch.
She feels like no one loves her, She's a shadow, overcast, All their withering gazes, She's just a figure of the past.
Oh wow. A trail of breadcrumbs!, the short, fat Goblin said. As he waddled along getting fatter, as he followed and ate the bread. This had been a great find, never mind the dickie birds.