The witch from the east, twas a sexual beast,
She's Aphrodities daughter to say the least.
The witch from the west tried her best,
To sexually intimidate all the rest.
The witch from the north did chant her course,
But her failure was her greatest remorse.
So the witch from the south whipped up a brew,
Desparately trying to befriend the two.
A dab of this and a dash of that,
Then she tested the brew on the ole black cat.
Since the witch of the east was a sexual beast,
And the witch of the west had rhyme.
They called it - Love potion number nine.
A contest entry
- Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble.. by Catacomb.
1100 points, ended November 19, 15 entries
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Comments
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Quite interesting.....okay rhyme. I was hoping for more darkness though.
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Sry not any darkness in me. I grew up watching - Bewitched lol
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