The Coven's Lunch

Staring In the cauldron

They whisper hocus pocus

Their favourite broth Is ready

Made from toads and locust

The witches taste the mixture

Their smiles are so obscene 

With teeth all like a Jamaican flag

Yellow, black, and green

The coven scream and cackle

It's almost like the movies

They moan In witchy pleasure

As they down their cockroach smoothies

With slimy slugs for pudding 

Delight with every munch

With Halloween approaching

They'll need a wholesome lunch