The terror of her cackle,
The gleam of wickedness in her eyes!
The screeching of her voice,
And the fluentness of her lies!
Her hat is shockingly and strangely spiked,
Dark secrets are hidden beneath her dress!
One look at her chalk-white face,
And you know staying away from her is best…!
Her crooked teeth, her evil grin,
Her grey hair standing up on end!
You know at once that she wouldn’t like it,
If you wanted to be her friend.!
She has a warty pet toad and a wicked pet cat,
Who once fell into a ditch!
When they were riding on her broom stick, all raggedy and wrecked,
I think Aunt Meg is a witch!
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Loves to play the piano and takes lessons by professional musician and also drama.
and an author.
Long Live King Arthur!
