WHY WITCHES LIKE ME
GET INSOMNIA
AT FORTY PAST THREE
Oh that bitch-witch
Sixth sense
And the too-who-who
Of the owl in the stew
The dancing and prancing
And the wild romancing
Of the bloody bats
In my belfry
They kept me up
And in a huff
ALL NIGHT!
Then around four am
(when I finally slept)
Some fool must
Have thought it cool
To send or unspool
A string of dreams
Or hopes and schemes
That kept me awake
Until it was light.
AND TONIGHT IS HALLOWEEN
AND I'M ON BLOODY DUTY!
Manuela Cardiga
GET INSOMNIA
AT FORTY PAST THREE
Oh that bitch-witch
Sixth sense
And the too-who-who
Of the owl in the stew
The dancing and prancing
And the wild romancing
Of the bloody bats
In my belfry
They kept me up
And in a huff
ALL NIGHT!
Then around four am
(when I finally slept)
Some fool must
Have thought it cool
To send or unspool
A string of dreams
Or hopes and schemes
That kept me awake
Until it was light.
AND TONIGHT IS HALLOWEEN
AND I'M ON BLOODY DUTY!
Manuela Cardiga
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