Of Comets and Bats

It’s four o’clock, and I’m wide awake

Too early for pre-dawn light,

Thinking about the night before

And the reason we had that fight.

You never listen to what I say,

And it makes me feel so mad,

Whenever you get that cauldron out,

Your recipes smell so bad.

I’d told you there was a comet due

And I even wore my hat,

Trying to mask that smell of stew

When you crucified the bat,

You kept on adding ingredients

When I told you, ‘that will do.’

I used the peg when the dead dog’s leg

Went flying into the stew.

I knew when you wore your pointy hat

And your cape with the flowing hood,

Whatever you cooked up there last night

Was something you never should.

You always try to get back at me

When I talk about the stars,

And say, ‘So what,’ that the art you’ve got

You picked up yourself, on Mars.

I knew the spell that you wove last night

Was something that wasn’t good,

You even opened our one skylight

To draw in the neighbourhood.

Not everyone wants a witches curse

To dangle from every tree,

But you don’t care, do it for a dare,

But mainly to get at me.

I saw the trail in the midnight sky

And tried to put out the fire,

But you were fey, and pushed me away,

Then tossed on a bicycle tyre.

I ran out into the garden then,

Into the dark of night,

And watched as the tiny comet came

To crash through our own skylight.

There’s nothing that you can blame me for

It’s not as if you forgot,

It flew on in to your spell of sin

And dropped in your cooking pot,

It flashed and blazed and sizzled in there

And now, you are looking weird,

You wore your recipe in your hair,

And where did you get that beard?

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very entertaining story. I did enjoy. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked the ending a lot.
Coyote

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Enjoyed this read, as always. The ending made me laugh.