W - Whimsical Spirit
I - Impulsive Person
T - Trendsetting Diva
C - Carefree Woman
H - Hippie Chick
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Old Mother Combs was late for church
So she jumped on her broom made of birch
She settled safely into her perch
And took off in a hurried lurch
**
Cackle cackle
My voice a-crackle
You wear a shackle
Do you hear the jackal?
It raises my hackle.
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With an itch
And a twitch
She makes the switch
For no one is as rich
As a witch
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As I sit and compose
A poem about a rose
The witch is busy with prose
That is for those
That are busy with shows
So it just goes
That no one can expose
Someone who grows
Her own herb rows
Then you will be the one who owes
About the Creator
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