Witch rides off
Upon her broom
Finds a space
To park it.
Takes a shiny shopping cart
Into the supermarket.
Smacks her lips and reads
The list of thing she needs:
'Six bats' wings
Worms in brine
Ears of toads
Eight or nine.
Slugs and bugs
Snake skins dried
Buzzard innards
Pickled, fried.'
Witch takes herself
From shelf to shelf
Cackling all the while.
Up and down and up and down and
In and out each aisle.
Out come cans and cartons
Tumbling to the floor.
'This, ' says Witch, now all a-twitch,
'Is a crazy store.
I can't find a single thing
I am looking for! '
Kryzl Deanne Pascual
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/witch-goes-shopping/
