Three Witches

No laughing, I wrote these when I was 12 in year 7. I'm 17 now and they are just memories. But some are funny. And random, well, I was a strange child :)

I saw three witches,
On a mountain top.
Casting spells
I told them to stop. 

They looked at me
And began to cackle,
I began to shrink
And became a mackerel. 

I couldn't breathe.
I was slowly dying.
This was a story
The newspapers wouldn't be buying. 

For if you ever see
Three witches on a mountain top,
If they are casting spells,
Don't tell them to stop!

The End

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