The Witch

The witch has just snared me,

I have no escape,

Endure her I have to,

I can't keep awake.

She feeds me with food,

That tastes like dead cat,

Her dwellings so dreary,

For hours I am trapped.

I try to say something,

But the witch interrupts,

Her voice is like satans,

Her face straight from crufts.

The witch will ignore me,

But wants me to stay,

I sit there just silent,

She likes it that way.

She gives me a look,

Like she's just trod In t**d,

To get In her good books,

Would just be absurd. 

It's when I am drained,

She'll open the door,

It's then that I'm free,

From my Mother-In-law.

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[Dr. Wood ?]

I think that I know her
how creepy is that
I've seen that dog face
and tasted that cat
we've ignored each other
for days upon end
I'm sure that I know her
but can't say we're friends


good poem...yours...not mine