I didn't really know what I was doing with this poem, it turned out very, very strangely. I hope you enjoy anyway?

I work as a witch,
In our lovely store;
With Me, Willa and Twitch,
Selling herbs, cleaning tools, and more!

Within our magic grocery store,
There are witches of all kinds.
Magic and spells galore,
And cauldrons of many designs.

I say I'm a witch, and I am,
That's definitely, entirely true.
"But I don't think that's possible Madam."
You may say,  and I say "How dare you?!"
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Within the walls of Halloween Alley,
There's a rather delusional old Miss,
In the cauldrons isle she dilly-dallies.
A dead rat I saw her just kiss...

A witch? Her brains have been tossed!
The Halloween store she roams;
She's really just lost,
She's escaped so many seniors homes...

My, my, my
It's time for her to go to her own bed,
Never in a broomstick will she fly,
Back to the seniors center instead.