She stirred the brew
With a witch’s rhyme
“Fire burn and cauldron bubble”
It was taking too much time
The brew is black
The dye does lack
The needed coal-based hue
This color wouldn’t do
“I need jet black” she finally said
Kept stirring with the thoughts she dread
“This color is just not right
And the fabric’s trying to fight
I push it down but it pops up
The fingers seem to be crawling up!”
At first a novice with dying brews
She added another bottle or two
The costume fabric wouldn’t turn
She threw away the blackened urn
Defeated in turning her costume black
Gave up and had a bat shaped snack.
Halloween is Here…..hee hee hee
The Bag Lady 
