Ice Cream Wasted

Spoonfuls of the frozen treat
Froth and bubble in a
Cauldron of stomach acid.
Indigestion, Nightmare, Pang –
Witches three – prance around
Their working spell from twilight to twilight;
Their chanting and heavy stomping
Preventing a good night’s rest.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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