Aunt May
When I was seven years old
I had a lot of warts on my arm.
It was decided that Aunt May was to visit
Us at Grandma’s farm.
Now May was Grandma’s oldest sister
Who had been given the power
to witch away warts!
Passed from oldest girl to next in flower.
May was without a girl to pass it on
And so the secret would die with her.
With youthful pragmatism, I was unconvinced.
But to the three ,I was willing to defer.
May was a fat, jolly, happy woman,
(not my idea of a witch!)
who just peered and rubbed my arm
and left without a hitch.
And…yep, you guessed!
The warts were gone the next morning.
May was gone a few years next
And witchdom went into morning
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