A group of twelve strangers, RAP, RAP at the door,
disturbs my comfortable snooze on the floor.
My mistress sweeps through dragging her gown,
a tall pointed hat fits tight on her crown.
With a rattle of broomsticks the cackling coven,
place a large cauldron on top of the oven.
As I peek with one eye, a three legged toad,
was placed in the microwave, and made to explode.
A tail of a dog and the ears of a bat,
were put in the cauldron along with a rat.
All brought to a simmer with the blood of a goat,
a can of baked beans and the brains of a stoat.
I crept under the table where all thirteen,
ate the vile stew, all plates were licked clean.
The Thunder was Clapping, the Lightning was Forked,
a bottle of bats blood, with a POP! was uncorked.
Glasses were raised to toast Halloween,
all witches faces, turned a pale shade of green.
A claw-like hand clutched my black tail,
pulled me from under the table….I fought tooth and nail;
I was tied by a bungy strap to the end of a broom,
then placed with the others at the end of the room.
With a creak of the door and a screech of an owl,
the witches and I left the hovel so foul.
My broomstick was mounted with me tied on tight,
all engines were started, all broomsticks took flight.
We soared through the dark-skies till morning had broken,
when the early dawn chorus, with birdsong had spoken.
My mistress then ‘Power-Dressed’, her black suit so sinister,
went off to work, as a Government Minister.