Putzing with funny witches...

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

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