Lucy Riding a Moosey and her Flying Grandmother

'What on earth are you doing?'

My grandmother asked

'And why are you riding a moose?'

'It's make believe grandma,'

I said with a grin,

'Young girls don't always tell the whole truth.'

'But grandma I've noticed,'

I said with a frown,

'That at night you don't sleep in your room.

'The window's left open

The curtains aflutter

And why do you smile at the moon?'

'And why for that matter,'

I asked with knit brows,

'Is your clothing entirely black?'

'And why a black cat?

And why a broomstick?

And why some dead toads in a sack?'

'My dear little girl,'

She said with a smile, 

'Make believe is the realm of young'

 

'But old ladies on broomsticks

Who fly through the night

Know that being a witch is more fun.'

 (The image here, though very fine, belongs to someone else. Not mine!)