The Witch's Wrath

Beware of the witch,
Flying on her broomstick,
Off to cast a spell.

With her black cat,
And extra pointy hat,
You'll be look to come out well.

A flick of her wand,
Of which she is fond,
Out comes a hex.

It's got a good aim,
The target soon to be lame,
And caused all sorts of wreck.

If you're in the bad book,
You better not look,
In case you come off worse.

If you cross her path,
Enter her wrath,
You'll be on the end of her curse.