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Heloise There once was a witch named Heloise Whose broom couldn't fly above your knees. She tried every trick. She even chanted and kicked. But,her stubborn old broom just seemed to be doomed. So she drank some champaigne and danced in the rain Till her sadness seemed to be squelched. The next thing she knew,she opened her mouth, and out came a loud healthy belch. "Excuse me." She said as she hopped on her broom. "I think it is time to go to my room." But, to her surprise,the broom started to rise. Higher than your knees. Higher than the trees. Higher than the towers. Beyond the rain showers. Heloise flew to the moon that night, and never again did she have such a plight. |
Additional Notes:
I wrote this poem while helping my niece with a school halloween project.My neighbor suggested I submit it to poetry.com, which I did. My "artistic vision"was carefully selected as a semi-finalist, and they wanted to publish it in oneof their anthologies. I don't know if the punctuation is gramatically correct. I
would really appreciate any suggestions.
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