Bubble, Bubble, Good-bye Trouble

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I needed to know if the rumors were true,

can things disappear in a magical brew?

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Ignoring the chills and my goosebumpy fright,

I crept through the woods on that Halloween night.

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In a clearing of trees, I could see a large pot,

where goblins were stirring some foul-smelling rot.  

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I patiently waited for moonlight to dim,

tiptoed past ghosts and peered over the rim.

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My quivering hands held the source of my trouble,

if seen by my parents, my problems would double.              

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I reached past witches, gremlins, a ghoul …

and tossed in my awful report card from school!

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© Susan Jakubowski