Josie Whitehead’s Poems
By Josie Whitehead
The night of the party arrived as was planned
Witches ate and they drank and then danced to the band,
But it was all very clear when one witch didn’t come
That “Mildred” was lost. Now what should be done?
“Is it possible to contact poor old Mildred by phone?
She could be injured or lost, and out there on her own.”
“She’s a mobile phone” said her friend. “I’ll just ring,
For it’s awfully strange that we’ve not heard a thing.”
Now poor Mildred was circling the moon all alone
When from inside her pocket came the sound of her phone.
She soon told her good friends of her terrible plight -
How she was circling the moon in the middle of night.
“Don’t worry, dear Mildred” came the voice back at home
And then a new magic word was sent over the phone.
The new word meant “Return now” and when it was said
The broomstick turned back and to home quickly fled.
How pleased were her friends, when she came rather late.
They soon found her a seat and put good food on her plate.
And Mildred was glad to be back with her friends –
Her frightening experience had now come to its end.
Copyright 2007