Sick Witch - may 15, 2025

I’m broomstick sick

said the witch to her coven

wolfsbane pollen sticks

to the bristles and my nose

keeps dripping into the cauldron

my last spell turned the frog

into a prince who sneezed

just before the big kiss

so that marriage is off

. . . and I never got paid

Does anybody have any

Nyquil to spare?

because my next incantation is

a curse on my snoring husband –

to get him arrested and locked

in the town’s dungeon

so I can finally get

some uninterrupted rest

before the next full moon