The Witches' Ball

Oh, tell me did you hear the call
It’s coming soon, the Witches’ Ball
Held on the final day of fall
Please do come, each one and all

Minerva sits all full of sighs
And looks into the darkened skies
Tears seem to linger in her eyes
This time of year she does despise

Each year she goes all nicely dressed
Her favorite gown all neatly pressed
Trying hard to look her best
And catch the eye of a certain guest

He’ll never notice her, she thinks
Did someone cast on her a jinx
So that he always thinks she stinks
And never sees her sidelong winks

Her friend Gertrude makes a potion
And mixes it into a lotion
If she applies it with devotion
She promises she’ll inspire emotion

In it she’s thrown in eye of newt
Along with rinds of rotten fruit
She swears that it will help her suit
No more will he turn up his snoot

Minerva tries it on her face
The wart on her nose it does erase
Suddenly she smiles with grace
With the hairy mole now out of place

And so the night comes for the dance
Minerva hopes to have her chance
At the witches’ version of romance
When to the dance she sees him prance

A warlock handsomer there couldn’t be
Her heart crashes like a fallen tree
When he goes on bended knee
And asks her “Will you dance with me?”

How rapidly her heart it goes
As she almost trips over her own toes
He gives to her a wilted rose
From a dead bouquet he chose

She smiles at him and bats her lashes
Her crooked teeth at him she flashes
Across the floor with her he dashes
Whirling through the witches’ sashes

Too soon for all, the dance is done
No one wants to end the fun
Minerva’s not the only one
She blushes when he calls her Hon

We shouldn’t wait until next year
Will you see me again, my dear
To lose your company I fear
Would cause me to shed more than a tear

Her heart filled up with sweet delight
Her happiness was quite a sight
She’d never thought she ever might
Find romance on this magic night

Soon their hearts were overflowing
Everyone smiled at them with knowing
Their happiness was always showing
Together they were always going

Minerva felt her heart would burst
When they were wedded on the First
The day was perfect, nothing cursed
They stayed together through better and worst

So give something a chance sometime
You will find it’s not a crime
To be ready when the time is prime
Things can turn out quite sublime