Gwenavier
Lend me an ear.
I'll tell you a story of witch Gwenavier.
She's silly and old, and love to make sounds.
She throws things out the window when children come around.
She's younger than most witches about 502.
You will have no idea what she was about to do.
She decided one day to spy on the kids.
She peeps through windows and ducked behind trash lids.
When naughty kids act up, she would make it rain on their heads.
And the rain wouldn't stop until they went to bed.
Giving them another chance to be good the next day.
The rain would stop, so they could come out to play.
One little girl would never give her trouble.
She was friendly all the time, but she was scared of bubbles.
Why bubbles you ask, well here's the story.
She was given a valentine gift from a boy name Tory.
She opened the box, and a lot of bubbles came out.
And at the bottom of the box, she saw something that made her shout.
It was a magical unicorn crying because his horn was broken.
Tory had bought it from an arcade with all his tokens.
She felt so sorry for the little unicorn, she thought the bubbles had hurt him.
She took him out of the box, and in her hand, he went limb.
She was scared to death and didn't know what to do.
So she went across the street to take him to witch you-know-who.
She knocked at the door, not once but twice.
The door opened and she was escorted by mice.
Through the living room and around the corridor.
He wicked little witch was sitting on the floor.
She asked her if she could please help to fix her unicorn.
She offered to pay her with everything she was given since the day she was born.
The witch said no charge, and with the swing of her hand.
The little unicorn raised his head, grew a horn, and made a stand.
The little girl was happy and cried once more.
She said thank you to the witch, hugged her and walked out the door.
Every since then, Gwenavier was a different little witch.
She felt that every naughty child should make a switch.
From that day on her face was licked,
teaching little unicorn some new magic tricks.