Sherry's Coloring the World Contest has me hooked with this week's prompt |
BLACK MAGIC A bit of black magic should do the trick, to drink my potion would make him sick. I'll teach him to lie, to cheat and to steal; give him what may be his very last meal. I'm evil, I'm wicked, I'm scary as I can be. If he crosses my path, a serpent he'll see. He'll shake in his boots, wish he was dead and I'll sit there laughing, my lips blood red. The eyes of a gnat, skin from a green lizard, heart of a goat and a chicken's old gizzard; I'll add to my brew, watch it bubble and boil for a bit of black magic will make him recoil. I used to love him, of that there is no doubt but he made this white witch turn inside out. Now I will never be satisfied until he drinks and to the bottom of a lake he swiftly sinks. A bit of black magic should do the trick, to drink my potion would make him sick. I'm evil, I'm wicked, I'm scary as I can be. If he crosses my path, a serpent he'll see. He'll shake in his boots, wish he was dead and I'll sit there laughing, my lips blood red. I will teach him to lie, to cheat and to steal; give him what may be his very last meal. Countrymom 10/25/09 |