WITCH'S BREW

A warty witch stirred
her cauldron pot.
Her brew was steamy.
Her brew was hot.

She took at taste,
said, "See what I got.
Two toads, three newts
and a snake in my pot.

"Come on now,
I'll give you a taste.
I don't want my stew
to go to waste."

   I wanted to draw a picture of a witch to go with this poem and I got to thinking what a witch would look like.  Witches can look like anything.  I must really give it a try.  So here is your prompt for today, can you write a poem about a witch?  Can you tell what she looks like?  Is your witch fat or thin?  Tall or short?  Stylish or old fashioned? Have fun writing your poem.