On her broomstick she swoops
And into her arms she
scoops
A poor unsuspecting
young man
Because as a witch she
can
And carries him off
through the night
Then uses him for her
delight
In the light of the
cauldrons fire
She indulges her every desire
On her broomstick she swoops
And into her arms she
scoops
A poor unsuspecting
young man
Because as a witch she
can
And carries him off
through the night
Then uses him for her
delight
In the light of the
cauldrons fire
She indulges her every desire
Are you wearing Halloween drawers?
I would like a look at
yours
I bet a pound to a
penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at
last
You are as I thought
bare arsed
Of course, it makes
you look loose
Even if you have an
excuse
Well yes it would be
regarded as a treat
And not just down your
street
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
With a wicked witch
motif
Along those long
festive garlands
How I wish to trace
each relief
Along each luscious limber
leg
An ascent exquisitely
brief
To reach the Halloween
treat
Beyond the wicked
witch motif
If your blind date is described to you
As “Professional” then
start to twitch
Because it will be
worse than it sounds
And she will
definitely be a Certified Bitch
A Little Cock Sparrow
Sat on a tree,
Until a sparrow hawk
Ate him for his tea
Are you wearing a trench coat?
It’s certainly got my
vote
It’s got you wrapped
up well
And not a soul could
tell
That beneath its
military style
You’re quite naked all
the while
When the werewolf’s howl
And vampires take to
the wing
When the witches start
to brew
And you hear the
banshees sing
When the ghouls are on
the move
And the ghosts can all
be seen
Then that’s the time
you know
That it’s the night of
Halloween