Hubble Bubble

Hubble Bubble toil and Trouble

A penny for your thoughts she used to say

A little wrinkled old lady down the lane

Named Dorothy who lived not too far away

She lived in a little old Ramshackled cottage

With her rather large cat she called Moonlight

Who would look at you through his big black eyes

And could give people such an awful fright

She had a rather large old Cauldron

Over the fireplace in her old kitchen in pride of place

And at the back of the room stood a big black Arga Stove

Which you could just make out in the cold dark space

Which occasionally belched black smoke into the room

That’s why the windows were always left ajar

Once seen she was never forgotten

But people still come to see her from near and far

She could cure Warts and other ailments

From her magic box of potions

Made from Plants and Flower seeds and Stinging Nettles

And all other kinds of notions

Her bodyguard Moonlight was always on hand

Sitting nearby to glare at those who came to call

She always looked a fearsome sight

To deter those who would cause her mistress any harm at all

Dorothy became well known for many miles around

Many visited to have their ills cured

And this carried on for many a year

As long well as Dorothy’s health was assured

Huddled over her cauldron chanting her chants

With Moonlight looking on wondering what was going on

Mixing her potions from the flowers and the plants

Her cure all's were well known throughout the town

But not everyone believed in what Medicine’s Dorothy was giving out

Including the very Reverend Eli Brown

Who was always ratty because of his Gout

He was definitely not a happy chappie

And also with the local Doctors it did raise a question or two

But people did not care they trusted her judgement as to what they were given

It helped them and their ailments get through

And Dorothy continued with her medicines for most of her life

With Moonlight watching intently

Through all the trouble and strife

He always purred and listened contently

The roof needed repairing, a few tiles were loose

Her little old Cottage had seen better days

Just like Dorothy who was now getting on in age

Both she and her old cat were both getting to the end of their ways

Sadly one day a customer called round to collect some of Dorothy’s potions

Saw Moonlight her Cat lying peacefully asleep on the floor

And Dorothy seemingly dead in a chair

Together the pair of them forevermore