Oh dear you caught me flying
This is my new broom
Got it at the Dime Store
Last one I presume

I took it on a test run
You'll be so shocked to hear
Been flying on it endlessly
About 100 years

I wish that I could land it
My flying miles are done
I need a place to settle down
For me this ain't no fun

Any way I'm here now
So I just want to say
I wonder could you tell me
Is it Halloween today?

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright September 12, 2002

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