When a Witch Should Retire

A pinch of this, a squeeze of fat

Oh, no I cooked my favorite bat

Some cultured pearls, a paper clip

A lemon drop and salsa dip

Now let me see, I think I need

Something flying at full speed

Perhaps a bird or shiny plane

Or was it a commuter train?

Good grief, I can't remember if

I take big whiffs or just one sniff

The eye of something goes in next

And then a scary cell phone text

Do I recall a fat-free potion?

Made with spell-filled witch hand lotion

I wish my mind worked better still

For this they need to cast a pill

Now here I am confused again

To the pot goes hen or men?

Should I add some boys and girls?

It could instead be smoky swirls

Of course, I must add faery wings

Or is it songs the faery sings?

A red-winged toad goes in the brew

And next a drop of crazy glue

The cauldron bubbles higher, higher

Spewing Hell and brimstone fire

The aging witch now so desired

That she'd gracefully…retired