Three Witches
by Tom Crowley

SANDY:

Halloween can be quite dreary

Boring costumes, kids are weary,

Hide the candy beneath the floor

Let them tap on our well-locked door.

We three witches - like smoking embers,

Burning logs and severed members

Roasting on a fireplace floor ...

As we sip our POUR FARM pours.

CHRISTINE:

Bellatrix was nearly napping,

Narcissa's foot was slowly tapping

As Cordelia began to snore ...

There came a knock on our well-locked door!

What nerve!  How brazen!

I hope it's not that persistent raven!

If I must, I will cross the floor

And EAT whoever is at the door!

KELLY:

I got up slowly, old joints quite sore,

Creaking knees, and creaking floor

Just as I reached my claw to the door,

I thought "I hope it's not LENORE" ...

By now all witches rose to ponder,

A DELICIOUS stranger, perhaps does wander

Across this misty, lonely moor.

It was THEIR mistake to choose THIS door.

CHRISTINE:

The door flung open, all three were waiting:

Drooling, slobbering, hunger not abating

Alas!  They found the doorway barren -

Except there stood a nasty "KAREN."

ALL:

"I want CANDY!" this Karen did implore

Three witches thought "Even KARENS we abhor!"

They grabbed poor KAREN and slammed the door

KAREN soup tonight ... Who could ask for more?

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