Three Witches
by Tom Crowley
SANDY:
Halloween can be quite dreary
Boring costumes, kids are weary,
Hide the candy beneath the floor
Let them tap on our well-locked door.
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We three witches - like smoking embers,
Burning logs and severed members
Roasting on a fireplace floor ...
As we sip our POUR FARM pours.
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CHRISTINE:
Bellatrix was nearly napping,
Narcissa's foot was slowly tapping
As Cordelia began to snore ...
There came a knock on our well-locked door!
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What nerve! How brazen!
I hope it's not that persistent raven!
If I must, I will cross the floor
And EAT whoever is at the door!
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KELLY:
I got up slowly, old joints quite sore,
Creaking knees, and creaking floor
Just as I reached my claw to the door,
I thought "I hope it's not LENORE" ...
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By now all witches rose to ponder,
A DELICIOUS stranger, perhaps does wander
Across this misty, lonely moor.
It was THEIR mistake to choose THIS door.
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CHRISTINE:
The door flung open, all three were waiting:
Drooling, slobbering, hunger not abating
Alas! They found the doorway barren -
Except there stood a nasty "KAREN."
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ALL:
"I want CANDY!" this Karen did implore
Three witches thought "Even KARENS we abhor!"
They grabbed poor KAREN and slammed the door
KAREN soup tonight ... Who could ask for more?
