TWITCHES
Green fumes filled the musky room
as Twitches grab her trusty broom
Her kettle filled with witches brew
she needs one more thing for her stew
Flying high across the moon
she must find it and find it soon
Her warted nose is very keen
its very close she smells a teen
Just one hair is all she'll need
and she will have it yes indeed
In the darkness a boy is walking
behind him twitches will be stalking
Shes getting closer so beware
not to let her get your hair
Do not let her cause if you do
You may become her goblin stew
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! ANGELLYNN
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