The Good Witch

Greasy and grim witches flew around,

You'd think that good here is hard to be found,

But surprisingly it stood out,

When evil sees it, they begin to pout.

Miya was the good little witch's name,

Boy-oh-boy! Was she hard to 'evil tame'!

Ever since the age of two, she's been on the good game,

And according to me, she'll enter the Hall of Fame.

One time, at the very break of dusk,

A witch came holding something sharper than an elephant's tusk,

"Finally, the weapon to chase 'the good witch' away!

This will do nothing but slay!"

The witch queen, Cackle, began to say.

"Oh, this certainly won't do!"

Said Miya, thinking if this was really true;

"Ah, I got a plan out of the blue!"

She smiled as she grabbed her broom and flew.

Miya quickly made a potion

And slowly put it in everyone's face lotion,

Soon, all the evil witches ever knew

Were running faster than any aircraft flown,

Everybody started disappearing,

Because of all the lotion smearing,

Miya stepped out of her hiding place,

"The land is good now!", she said in a happy gaze.