BEsoma Bonnet
\nShe lived upon it
\nWhere?
\nIn the forest of glow
\nShe lived with her mother
\nA witch like no other
\nBut no one around there did know<\/p>\n
Who blended the tall weeds
\nThe berries the dry seeds
\nWith moonbeams and bee poo
\nAnd dollops of dew
\nBut they did get A glimmer
\nWhat she had for dinner
\nAnd why she got thinner
\nAnd all that is true<\/p>\n
She lived in a cottage
\nOf ivy there trailing
\nA little white railing
\nAnd a lovely oak door
\nWith a, bronzed mouse tail knocker
\nA bit of a shocker
\nShe was an old rocker
\nOf that I am sure<\/p>\n
Fleetwood Mac often sailed
\nFrom her windows and loudly
\nAnd the smell from her cauldron
\nBrought tears to my eyes
\nYes Besoma BOnnet
\nShe had Been out on it
\nFlying like crazy
\nUp into the skies<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
BEsoma Bonnet She lived upon it Where? In the forest of glow She lived with her mother A witch like no other But no one around there did know Who blended the tall weeds The berries the dry seeds With … Continue reading