THE WITCHES OF WINDSOR ROAD:
(not one to bear a grudge here's a poem
I wrote for the green fingered man for his
The Witches of Windsor Road,
Their broomsticks are going to buy.
So they can soar above,
A wonderful starlit sky.
Along with their black cats.
Me? I hope to borrow one.
With the children tricking and treating,
Having so much fun.
The witches will stop at the garden,
The one numerous people have admired.
To inspect the Halloween decorations,
Before returning home somewhat tired.
May your Halloween party,
Go with much delight.
I assure you The Witches of Windsor Road,
Will look an awesome sight.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 29/10/2016: