The Weird Witching Hour

By Malyatha Sadagopan

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I read in every storybook,

When witches come and go,

That time is called the witching hour,

When the east winds start to blow.

I wonder if this is real or not,

Whether Witches are around,

So tonight I’ll stay awake and watch,

Without making a sound.

When night arrived and it was dark, and everyone was asleep,

Then dawned the witching hour,

When Witches made a peep.

Their faces were screwed up,

They looked like they just bit into a lime,

Their noses with freezing snot,

That looks like my sister’s slime.

Their brooms were made of pure oak,

Their clothing spick and span,

They all formed a circle,

And that’s when the midnight dance began!

It was the oddest dance I’d ever seen,

With talking fish which danced and ran,

Witches with ballerina tutus,

Danced all around Japan.

The East wind flowed strong and fast,

And more fish danced about,

And then came a strange little man,

Which was Mad Hatter,

no doubt! Oh this is nothing, this is nothing,

Wait till you hear about the Witches council which came to life,

The head wizards assembled everyone,

And handed everyone a knife.

Yes, I have the same question,

How did the wizards appear?

Well, the ‘Witching’ hour was full of Witches,

Except every once a year.

Which is very weird,

But at least there isn’t an hour for wizards too,

But actually, it might be Kind of coo- Oh wait!

The wizards are making an announcement,

What is that I hear?

Oh! Kidnap every person awake!

Well, of them I better steer clear!

I’m closing my eyes, I am sleeping,

But not completely I’m afraid,

A witch was tapping me on my shoulder,

Somebody come to my aid!

The witch pointed at me her wand,

And that’s when I screamed, I woke up with a start,

Phew! That was just a silly dream.

Witching hour came to an end,

Everyone went back to their homes,

So beware! Be alert everyone,

This is when Witches begin to roam!

The next morning I woke up,

And saw potions, frogs, wands, cloaks, and a witches broom,

Yup, it wasn’t a dream, I’m in a witch’s room.

By Malyatha Sadagopan

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