the witch

was waiting for the train that day
when this woman passed my way
she was short and i can say is eerie
she was wearing something dreary

a lot of stubbles in her face
it is a cosmetologists disgrace
as she came near to my seat
i can't help but stare in defeat

i looked away while she passed by
something in here seems to be awry
she stopped and looked where i'm at
she waved and came her black cat

sleepiness came to me, i had to yawn
when i opened my eyes, she was gone
i felt shivers as if there was rain
i have to run now or i'll miss my train

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