This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Actually that’s total BS.
There once was a fellow named Paul. Scary posters covered his hall. He was so very keen, On getting to
There once was a middle aged witch, Who got a rebellious twitch, She sold her old broom,For a car that went vroom. And
I asked my four year old what to write a limerick about today. She said: “Pumpkin eating skeletons.” Here you
Everyone knows that witches like to eat children. Hazel and Thistle were no different. They were sisters who lived together