The Good Witch
Searching on this frenzied night,
my legs wrapped ‘round the broomstick tight,
I hollered as a ghost flew by,
“Is there a powder room nearby?”
Three caspers passed without assistance.
Then a sprite came from the distance.
Pointing to a shopping mall,
she reassured, “For nature’s call.”
While cobwebs, potions, tricks, and treats
charmed costumed revelers in the streets,
my urgent needs just couldn’t wait.
But I returned to thank my mate.
“I’m in your debt. What is your name?
You kept me from All Hallows’ shame.
You… POOF! appeared when I was nervous.”
“Robyn Campbell. At your service.”
Dedicated to friend and colleague, Robyn Campbell
