Here's a spell, a ward to cast
to bake a cake half as fast
from a spell book full of recipes
written fast but legibly,
by the lady at the bakery
with her blueberry witch hat!
They say her cauldron is a Kitchen Aid
and oftentimes she's cookin' away,
what with rain or at anytime of day.
So if you see a ghastly glow at night,
she simply forgot her oven light!
Blueberry witch, she makes muffins at morning
her potions are only caffeine addicting
and I saw, just once, her conjuring
but
it was only her cat, come a-runnin'
no brooms to fly, I saw no wands
of just croissants, this witch is fond
Though she rhymes and sings her songs
the only spell she casts is love!
- Author: Noveyre ( Offline)
- Published: October 11th, 2022 18:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
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