Double, Double, Toil and Trouble

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.

October is Here…..hee hee hee