Witch Hazel was really not nice
Always quite free with advice
With warts oh so hairy
I found her quite scary
Unpleasant to be quite precise.

Her demeanour was very abrupt
Her temper was primed to erupt
I admit to my shame
And I know it sounds lame
That I avoided her and her ‘disrupt’.

She died with nobody there
Her cupboards were cobwebbed and bare
But oddly her walls
From bedrooms to hall
Were covered in art that had flair.

Her paintings were lovely, and bright
Full of colour and dazzling light
Her chosen persona
Of crony old moaner
At odds with this marvellous sight.


Match of the Day

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