There is a witch of whom I’m fond
Who could carry me off beyond
And we’d do magic with my wand
We would quaff her special brew
Fly on a broomstick made for two
And do things naughty witches do
But alas our special tandem flight
Full of wicked and delicious delight
Is but a dream, I dream each night

Comments
skinner_jennifer | October 28, 2011 - 10:49
Wonderful magical poem Paul.
Enjoyed this one a lot.
Jenny.
Biggus | October 28, 2011 - 12:57
Thanks Jenny
well-wisher | October 30, 2011 - 16:13
Nice poem. Double entendres and saucy seaside humour are a great British institution. Long may they continue.
JoHn -
"Ex amore victoria". ("From love comes victory".)
Biggus | October 30, 2011 - 22:42
Thanks John