Old Mrs. Greery lives down the street
She has a wart on her nose and clumpy big feet
Short and squatty with snaky white skin
She smells of mothballs and has a crooked witch grin
She sweeps off her stoop, we watch from the park
Hiding behind bushes until it grows dark
Then we creep closer to get a good look
As she sits in her chair and picks up a book
Can’t tell what she’s reading, we think it’s ‘bout spells
‘Bout gremlins and goblins and what else we can’t tell
Then again, it could be a story, quite boring
Before we know it she’s soundly snoring
copyright MG Mack
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