Wickedy Witch

She sewed a stitch that raggedy witch

A snick-snicky stitch from a wickedy witch

With fingers ridged from hours of toil

So hard such work, so sad to spoil.

The child, she’d tied, removed her eyes:

(If only she had learnt to lie

When brothers asked her if she knew

Where witches lived, or what they did

To a child with such eyes of blue.)

A twist, a turn, a needle snip

The spell it grew and grew

‘Til all at once the scissors snapped

And the thread and knots held true

She smiled a smile that wickedy witch

That boiled the brothers blood

Who left their sister there, alone

And fled, their yellow blood! That curdled

As they ran and ran

To chase the sight away

Of sister left as marionette

For a wicked witch to play.