
Joe decided to go to the witch
He’d heard of her
She could make you rich
Maybe the old story did ring true
“They” all said it could happen to you
Joe was a sad lonely man
Ate all his meals out of a can
His nights were sitting alone
Watching an old tv he owned
Visiting the witch was a last resort
People told him with some reports
He didn’t listen to them tell all
And that’s what made him fall
Into the witch’s hands of doom
Noticed evil entering her room
But then it was too late
He realized his fate
But still eyed the plate
Of cash.
So the story’s no song
Thanks for reading along
Joe’s sitting pretty
On a pile in the city
No witch around to thank
Now he’s a gargoyle on the bank.
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Writing Prompts
Be careful what you wish for! Good take
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