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Sep 2014
Vroom vroom,
splutter splutter,
she so struggled,
did the woman with the raven hair,
she forgot to service it.
Once again.
she was in a mega dash,
to sweep the moon,
in magic fash'.

Her potion full up with emotion,
she had just discharged,
blooming clumsy woman,
she spilled it on the deck,
she lost her lust for life.
If you look a little closer,
You may even spy a tear,
Trickling from the eye of the witch queen,
so precious and so dear.

Her alternator was broken,
her spark was flaming gone,
her broomstick battery,
hell,
it was totally flat.
Looked like that was that!

Along came Merlin,
He gave her a jump,
from his magnificent techno machine!
Her newly ignited besom,
lurched forward into life,
She cruised the moon so super,
It was just last Sunday night.
If studied through your telescopes,
Looked very close indeed,
while you stared up at the super moon,
You may just have seen the witch queen,
flying past delightedly.
You may have even seen her smile,
as her exhaust spewed moons and stars,
Thought maybe it's time for a car.
A little less trouble,
Hubble bubble!
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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     ---, Joe Adomavicia and Deovrat Sharma
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