Michael Moorcroft - The Witches Broom

She ploughed through the sky,
With her 1.8 engine broom,
And put her foot down and screamed ‘oh my! ’
A nitrogen tank was fitted for that extra zoom.

The bristles customised to suit her mood,
An ipod docking bay – she could play her tunes,
A small compartment for her food,
The stereo player how loud they boomed!

A designer chair for her bum,
A stylish cup holder for her rum,
Leather hand holds for added grip,
The heated chair for an icy trip.

A sat nav installed – she never got lost,
Carbon fibre handle bars it weighed an ounce,
A Dixie horn fitted now who’s boss?
Through the sky how she would flounce.

She had taken it to the boys down town,
And had her broom pimped.


© Michael Moorcroft August 12th 2009

Michael Moorcroft

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