Mrs.Cook Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Mrs.Cook



Mrs.Cook is a witch.
I think she cooks children and eats them.
One bit of her glasses is black;
That's her magic eye
And she can see what you're thinking.
She has three black cats with bits missing,
Like fur and ears and tails,
And she smells like cats too,
And has devil-spots hands and moles.
The plants in her garden are all
Poisonous for spells,
And if you go in her house,
You fall down a trapdoor into a well.
If she touches you, you're in her power,
And have to do what she says,
And she wears big slippers
Because of her claws.
Mrs.Cook died last week.
She was about three hundred,
But I know she'll fly back
When the moon's full.

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