The Creation (a poem from a friend)

In the same notepad, I was gladly surprised to found this poem the most! I wrote the first 8 lines. A friend read it and secretly finished it with her own twist. Then she wrote it in my notepad. How funny it was to look back and remember what we were like back then!

I laughed and fell out of my seat by the time I finished reading it! It's not not funny hilarious, it's insider's joke type of funny.

The Creation
Shaz da' Mafia, 1997

If I peep through my bedroom window
A huge tower invites me
Inside it lived four widows
Which makes the tower more eerie

When the full moon reflects in the lake
And the howling of wolves you can hear so well
A pot of hot soup they will make
They'll begin their chant of spells from hell
The vulture flew high like gell
And the mouse ready to ring the bell
When the owl made its move and fell

The wicked witch just smiled
That you can see it for a mile
The face that you have never seen before
So scary like a lion that roars

The pot started to bubble
The witch started to mumble
The green liquid turned into something
That can make you feel like you have been sting

Raise a weird figure
That the witch wanted to transfer
It's only Ida who changed old
And make the wizard sit tight and stroll. . .