Frightening
Doggerel
Which
Witch? goetophobia
He had a
vicious, ceaseless itch.
A friend
advised, “I know a witch”—
“Enough!”
he cried. “There ain’t no way
That I
will see a witch today—
Or any day. They freak me out!”—
Intensity
that left no doubt
Of his
sincere sincerity.
And so
they dropped it, willingly.
But on and
on the itch endured,
And he
despaired of being cured.
At last on
one depressing day
He simply
scratched his skin away.
A witch
appeared: “I'll not be rude.
My spells
once could’ve cured this dude.”
But he was
dead, without a breath,
And
there’s no spell to cancel death.
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