There is a witch who has an itch,
that just won't go away.
She's tried so many potions but
her itch is here to stay.
Not on her face, a different place,
the opposite end I'd say.
A place that you'd not want to see,
on any given day.
She itched in places hard to reach,
now what's a witch to do?
Her body twisted up in knots,
she scratched 'til she was blue!
The eye of newt cream mixed with care,
it eased it up a bit.
But soon the itch, it came right back,
she pitched a witchy fit.
A witch Doctor, she knew quite well,
real good at shrinking heads.
He took a peek to see what's what,
his face turned shades of red.
Embarrassed, that's to say the least,
he turned his head away,
"Perhaps a bath of Epson salts,
will sooth your itch today."
The witch kept scratching at the itch,
"Let's cancel Halloween!"
Quite bitter from her itchy plight,
it made her want to scream.
There was a drug store down the street,
they might know what to do.
The clerk gave her some cortisone,
"Your itch will soon be through."
That magic cream, it did the trick,
the itch was gone, no twitchy witch.
Her nether regions settled down,
finally a cure for this witch itch!
No longer now an itchy witch,
her toothless smile bright.
A happy witch on Halloween
Though, really don't seem right.
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