29 May 2012
Down in the Witchy Wood,
There is a group that call themselves The Hood,
One of them saw on TV,
You see,
That modern-day trickery,
Is something to them, a mystery,
Silly things like locking away princesses,
Hiring dragons and ruining nice dresses,
They're not the theme of the day,
"No one fears us," they say,
"Time to change, time to evolve."
So into the world they did dissolve,
Leaving twisted root-houses, to their vice,
And setting free magic-evil blind mice,
Brooms put in cupboards,
Along with some swords and old wards,
They couldn't bare to leave the cats,
So they came along, without their hats,
The Hood of witches leaving their woods,
Paused for a moment and stood,
They whispered plans of office bullying,
And 3am cold calling,
The theft of wheelie bins,
And helping the seven sins,
But none of this seemed quite as fulfilling,
As the world of dragons, royalty and killing,
Then one piped up,
"the first one to slay an ASBO - wins!"
And off they hopped, faces full of grins.
Witches | 1 • Opuss № I