The witch woke from her slumber and threw her clothes asunder.
How dare she be woken and not a work spoken.
And what was that deafening roar?
Someone had taken her other self and put her boldly on a shelf!
They’d sawn her in two and who knew who?
Had bought her twin to hold back the door.
Before I delay, I must now say, you are currently intruding and completely in my way.
Here’s a teaser; you’re off to the freezer, you know the score: you’re a clever geezer.
Get myself back to me or be cursed forever more.
©CMA 2018
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 