The Witches' Ball by Jo Dearden

Once a year, on All Saint's Eve
the witches all convene 
to throw the strangest party 
that the world has ever seen

They take their cauldrons off the boil
They hang up cloaks and hats
Then show each other YouTube clips 
of durpy dancing cats

Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry

Sick of spells, they like to… bake!
(Their cupcakes taste divine)
It makes a change from eye of newt 
washed down with frogspawn slime

And as for entertainment 
they love the hokey-cokey
Uptown Funk's another fave 
topped off with karaoke

Y'see they all get bored to tears
by wearing dreary clothes 
and waving wands and cackling
with warts upon their nose

They need a bit of light relief
to chase away the gloom 
They're done with doing evil deeds 
and riding round on brooms

So on this night, if you can't sleep 
here's one thing you can do
Just ease your window open… 
and listen for a clue

Some faintly-thumping music 
or a distant shriek or shout 
could be a sign that you have heard 
the witches rocking out

Poem © 2016 Jo Dearden
Image © 2016 Steven Henry

Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry