Cat and Broom

Mother Combs gets out her broom

It is time to visit

There’s just enough room

For her and her cat to sit

So they fly through the sky

To see her friends

Just in time for afternoon tea

She brings with her news of the latest trends

And gifts from over the sea

She watches as her cat socializes

As she listens to Dharr

Who mobilizes

Her undead army to go far

Or Celia, who likes to play word games,

Eats up all the olives

And make up strange names

As they all listen to Phil Collins

Judey gives wise advice

About life and writing

She sure is nice

Mike is penning a poem about lighting

Mariann wants to co-write a story about a man of ice

Rene sneaks Mother Combs’ broom

Hoping to take it for a quick joyride

But the broom went vroom

And she about jumped out of her hide

When Mother Combs was done

She called her cat and mounted up

Soon, she was gone

Making it home in time for sup