Witchy Whrrr
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 12, 2020
The witch loved to fly on her broom.
It fit like a cozy old shoe.
Magic led her the way
As she flew in the day
And zoomed on her broom to the moon.
No electric transport for her.
Her broom hid her in a blur.
So fast did she fly
In the blink of an eye
All you heard was a magical whrrrr.
Copyright © Gail Debole | Year Posted 2020
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