Along the crooked road,
hopped a crooked toad.
Looking for some crickets, to munch on for his dinner.
But along the crooked road,
there stood a crooked witch,
and she was looking for a toad, for her dinner.
So on crooked road,
there stood the crooked toad,
and a crooked witch.
But there could only be one winner,
both hunting for their dinner.
Like David and Goliath,
my money would have been on the witch,
but the toad pulled out a bazooka,
and blew the witch into bits.
So on the crooked road,
stood a full and bloated crooked toad,
and a spattering of witch who had been blown to bits.
© C Webber 2017