She told him she was a white witch,
no black magic, no evil spells.
A child of nature, incapable of evil,
only white magic, benevolent spells.
But when he left her for another woman
he lost his hair, and his teeth fell out.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
She told him she was a white witch,
no black magic, no evil spells.
A child of nature, incapable of evil,
only white magic, benevolent spells.
But when he left her for another woman
he lost his hair, and his teeth fell out.
Bob Boyd
If I had the brain of an ant,
I’d have no cares about politics,
corrupt politicians, open borders,
ceaseless crime, the cost of living,
the threat of health problems,
insufferable people, break ups,
divorces, random mass murders,
looming wars, and far more.
Had I the tiny brain of an ant,
I wouldn’t worry about any of that.
Bob Boyd
He learned what he didn’t want
to know about her back in 1982,
his lovely neighbor who sold
her body for money.
She was sweet and nice to
everyone, didn’t seem the type
to engage in selling her body
along with the dangerous risks.
She was murdered in 1983,
a customer who was a serial killer.
Bob Boyd