A witch so dimwitted, with a body so dull,
With no nose, it's hard to even call her a witch at all.
Her powers are lame, and her spells are weak,
Leaving her looking like a fool, with no one to speak.
She wanders the land, with her foolish ways,
With her body so broken, it's hard to hear her praise.
But no one pays her any mind, she's just a bore.
Her evil is dumb, and her tricks are played,
Leaving her looking so foolish, I'm almost ashamed.
With her presence so weak, and her spells so weak,
I almost pity her, I don't even think she's wicked.