96. The Flaming Witches

The five Flaming Witches have lobster-red skin,
And flickering flames serve as their hair.
Little arcs of lightening shoot from out of their eyes,
When at anything they stare.

The five Flaming Witches live on the scorching sun,
And all day they make spicy lava stew.
They each take turns stirring the bubbling cauldron,
Tummies hungrily rumbling at the scent of the brimstone brew.

Bowl after bowl they gulpingly slurp,
These five witchly sisters.
Then they each rattle out fiery burps,
And the heat from it makes the cauldron blister.

They have a six-legged blazing dog,
And as he chases after flames, he barks.
Every time he opens his flaming mouth,
From out of his snout shoots sparks.

The Flaming Witchy sisterly five,
Live deep within a volcanic pit.
On the churning burning sun they thrive,
And they hope the flames never quit.