Bad Witch

She was a witch, as in days of yore

She’d cast a spell and make you sore

If she smiled, babies would scream

To ruin mankind, her evil dream

She was really mean, of this be sure

She’d steal your soul if it was pure

She’d cast a spell and rip it free

Then seal it up in pottery

She really was evil, you thought I lied?

Whenever she sneezed an angel died

If she touched you as you walked by

Within two hours you’d lose an eye

Then one fine day she met her match

A little boy named Tim McScratch

Throwing his half ate banana in a fit

The witch unaware when she stepped on it

Uttering charms, oblivious as she fell

Upon landing, one didn’t come out so well

Instead of cursing an innocent with her spell

With a thud and poof, cursed herself to hell