Poem © Em Lynas
Illustration © Eric Heyman
Hagatha Hack was a gorgeous witch. Sweet, delightful, but not very rich...
Hagatha Hack was a gorgeous witch.
Sweet, delightful, but not very rich.
This absence of fortune made her sad,
When Henry Hero, a handsome lad,
REJECTED her upon the grounds
That she was poor and had no pounds.
Crushed by Henry's ruthless rejection,
Hagatha Hack lost all affection
Towards the selfish, greedy, rotter,
And chose to be a rotter spotter.
Suddenly, our witch, so charming
Turned from lovely to alarming!
She's now employed by other exes,
To seek out bad lads with her hexes.
Ms Hagatha Hack restores their loot
Then takes revenge on every brute
When, onto cads rejecting love,
She drops a stink bomb from above.
Sweet, delightful, but not very rich.
This absence of fortune made her sad,
When Henry Hero, a handsome lad,
REJECTED her upon the grounds
That she was poor and had no pounds.
Crushed by Henry's ruthless rejection,
Hagatha Hack lost all affection
Towards the selfish, greedy, rotter,
And chose to be a rotter spotter.
Suddenly, our witch, so charming
Turned from lovely to alarming!
She's now employed by other exes,
To seek out bad lads with her hexes.
Ms Hagatha Hack restores their loot
Then takes revenge on every brute
When, onto cads rejecting love,
She drops a stink bomb from above.
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