Frivolosity

My broom is old and dusty....I seldom fly, oh well....
My greenish cast has faded...I never cast a spell.

The slimy-toads adore me, they know I'm not a threat...
I'd rather nap or crochet, so no one needs to fret....

My days of making potions, are over---dead and gone....
No one seems to trust me, afraid I'll get it wrong.

My cauldron is on ebay, my groove is lost they say...
How can she be so happy, this witch who lost her way?

My wicked friends forsake me, but that's just fine, you see....
It's time to read a romance, and have a cup of tea...hee....hee.....


A corny poem to wish you a happy Friday.