Raglan Roc

Raglan Roc was a Warlock, and

He lived up on Mandrake Hill,

Up where the witches gathered

Once a month, for a coven spell,

He tended his herbal garden, growing

Mugwort, sage and ash,

Supplying the monthly coven, though

He never would deal in cash.

They paid him in philtres, magic charms,

And the odd love potion or two,

For some of the witches were younger ones,

He’d say, ‘Let’s try it on you.’

And they would giggle and ride their brooms

Right into the witching Dell,

To check out the Warlock’s magic wand

As he put them under his spell.

He didn’t believe in favourites

But welcomed more than a few,

Till half the coven had buns in the oven

And didn’t know what to do.

They got too heavy to ride their brooms

Back down to the village street,

But waddled along the cobblestones,

Tripping over their feet.

And husband’s, down in the village square

Would mutter and moan, nonplussed,

‘Here comes another, a magic mother,

It should have been one of us.

The place will be full of ankle biters

If this don’t come to a stop,

All with a set of tiny horns

And looking like Raglan Roc.’

They followed the witches up the hill

On a coven day in June,

And each one carried a baseball bat

On that sunny afternoon,

They played a tinkling game that day

On his ribs and his Warlock form,

And by the time that they went away

They’d chopped off his favourite horn.

The witches no longer go up the hill

They say it isn’t much fun,

Not since the Warlock lost his pants

And his flirting days are done.

They get their herbs from the corner shop

And they weave their spells ad hoc,

While ankle biters still roam the streets

To remind them of Raglan Roc.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My favorite kind of tale my friend David. Mystery, witch craft and wonderful ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding tale.
Coyote

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Guess the men of the coven didn't like Raglan Roc flirting with their women.... good tale.....

[Tony Jordan]

Hahah so Raglan Roc is no longer 'c**k' of the Halloween harem

Uproariously funny mate.

"Till half the coven had buns in the oven
And didn’t know what to do." - class

I can see you laughing while you penned this one DLP.