7 October 2012
Expensive hair-do's
Cackling hags
With designer bags
To cross their gate
Brings an awful fate
For their home cooking
Ain't that great
To the shopping centre
For their supplies
With knock off shades
Wrapped round their eyes
An eye of newt?
Stir wing of bat in?
More like Archers
And wine and gin
Cast a spell?
Not too well
But they've got their sticks
These witchy chicks
With long bony fingers
Their impression lingers
Beware the moon
You'll see 'em fly soon
So cauldron bubble
Afraid it's my trouble
Havoc awaits...
It's my Mum and her mates!
Coven • Opuss № I