She is a little bewitcher
The little servant of
Wicca
Who has ensnared my
heart
Which I opposed from
the start
I was happy being
single
But she has made my
senses tingle
And she used her
Wiccan ways
Against all resistance
raised
It is not some
fanciful notion
To blame an exotic
potion
Or the casting of a spell
To bewitch me quite so
well
Now she bends me too
her will
And gently holds me
still
Then this little
Wiccan miss
Captures my soul with
her kiss
Are you wearing a Halloween Hat?
Sitting so perfectly
on your head
A gruesome little tit
for tat
With fangs dripping
crimson red
Spring was certainly in the air on that beautiful early Spring weekend, and what wonderful weather it was, made all the nicer after the long drawn out winter that preceded it, which probably seemed that much longer than it was because we had had no summer to speak of the previous year.
Anyway, the weather
was so nice that after breakfast I left my wife in bed reading the Sundays and
I set off for a good long walk around the village and its environs.
As I enjoyed the warm
Spring sunshine, I noticed the many harbingers of the season such as the
daffodils nodding in the breeze, birdsong everywhere and endless parades of
cyclists along the lanes punctuated only by the occasional car towing a
caravan.
After a couple of
strenuous hours, I had worked up something of a sweat as well as a thirst to
match, so I headed towards home, but because of the thirst I thought I might
just have a cool refreshing beer at the village pub on the way.
However once I reached
the pub I soon realised I was not the only one to have that idea and I had to
negotiate my way through piles of abandoned bikes and was then greeted by the
scene of a packed beer garden full of people showing far too much white flesh
than was good for anyone which had the effect of slaking my thirst.
So I decided to give
it a miss after all and went home early instead, where I could enjoy a cold
beer in my own garden, but when I entered my house I discovered that my
neighbour Gerry, had not only entered the house before me but had also entered
my wife, and more than once by the look of the pair of them and I was
immediately struck with by the thought that their actions had rendered me the
first cuckold of Spring.
Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Shake it shake it at
the double
Don’t drink much or
you’re in trouble
Are you wearing a devilish outfit?
Just the thing for a Halloween night
A real devilish red bloodied treat
All sinful red and ultra-skin tight
My little wicked witch and I
Love to fly across the
night sky
And travel to special
places
Where no one knows our
faces
Where door with bolt
and lock
Ensures, Witch and
Warlock
Can scratch their
every itch
And a Warlock and a Witch
Can safely enjoy a
little sin
Without familiars listening in
There is a witch of whom I’m fond
Who could carry me off
beyond
And we’d do magic with
my wand
We would quaff her
special brew
Fly on a broomstick
made for two
And do things naughty
witches do
But alas our special
tandem flight
Full of wicked and
delicious delight
Is but a dream I dream
each night
