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Posted by Josey (U1242413) on Saturday, 31st October 2009
I thought we might make a witchy spell. I've started if off with some of my unfavourite things. Anyone like to continue the poem?
You secret black and midnight hags
Crouched around the telly with your gin and fags
What should I bring you to make a spell?
Tell me what things will make it go well
Oh bring some politician’s greed
And that bear with a bandage from Children in Need
Chuck in a Jeffrey Archer book
And that bearded preacher with a hand that’s a hook
That loud man from the double glazing ad
And some cold callers who drive us all mad
, in reply to message 1.
Posted by Silver Jenny (U12795676) on Saturday, 31st October 2009
Add Dan Brown with fabled tales
Of Masons, Templars, never fails,
Add some luscious chocolate cake
And cool it down with cod and hake,
Chuggers, chuggers, add them now
But tie their legs to oak tree bough.
From the ancient book of lore.
Old crones and harpies,
I offer thee.
A spell that not only,
Makes you wee.
But is bladderific,
To friends and foes.
Be careful,
During the making,
it could rot your nose.
So wear a gas mask while you mix,
Tis most attractive,
For the diminatrix.
Take bile of hog,
And essence from bog.
Stirr slowly,
Throw on another log,
For the fire must blaze and crackle and smoke.
Testing out the apparatus,
I tell thee, this is no joke.
Add 4 whiskers from your witches cat,
A rice crispy,
the hind leg of a gnat.
And before this evil brew does boil.
Introduce some ear-wax from a gargoyle.
What's that, you old harlets did I hear,
You have no ear wax as reciped here
Be off I tell you.
and do not return,
Until you have no more to learn.
For those prepared,
For those of skill,
I tell you,
Fore yee are over the hill.
This spell destroys, it maimes,
Tis full of sin.
And is best, I find served with,
A spot of gin.
(It's very medicinal.)
Sat, 31 Oct 2009 16:49 GMT, in reply to Josey in message 1
A rams skull, greyed horns curling,
An ornate mirror behind,
Black scarf craped,
Tarot pack cut at The Devil.
The Horn-ed beast
Awaits Trick or Treaters.
, in reply to message 4.
Posted by Silver Jenny (U12795676) on Saturday, 31st October 2009
The witching hour is nigh
Dark hooded figures glide close by,
Trick or treater, witch or warlock.
Watcher, watcher, do not mock,
Go now, go safe, go quick, and lock
And bar the door e'er twelve o'clock.
, in reply to message 5.
Posted by Kris massblues (U14058894) on Saturday, 31st October 2009
Carrick,
your poem scared the hell out of me!
Well done all of you, am going to come back and read it all when i have finished opening the door to hoards of lottle witches and warlocks.
Continue,,,
, in reply to message 6.
Posted by Kris massblues (U14058894) on Saturday, 31st October 2009
Where did all the poets go?
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Posted by Silver Jenny (U12795676) on Saturday, 31st October 2009
Scared by witches perhaps.
Money wasted,
twelve packets of candy cigs
my last minute thought
for all the kids
not one ventured to my door
sweeties and tabs all for naught
What had been my panic for?
I tell you witches in truth I say
thinking upon the goods I bought
Next year, forget it,
I'll be away
November thread now, ....the usual themes, Fireworks, bonfires, poppy day, war, Christmas preparation, whatever you fancy, whenever we finish here, when you are ready, any offers?
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