Secret Recipe

Tales have told about the witch by the lake

Who loves to mix, cook, and bake

A big fat wart grows on her nose

And fourteen pimples on her toes

Every dawn, she hunts down four men

"You're mine!", she says again and again

And boils them into a horrible soup

Mixed with her cat's puke and poop

Last night, she had a feast

And turned into a giant beast

I saw her cook these abductees

And ate them with some carrots and peas.

Spinal Owl