what's for dinner ?

it was the scrawniest
of the 'witches 3'
who sputtered with
a raspy wheeze
i shall brew the tea

and i will stoke the fire
spat the plump and warty one
with a cackling snort

the tall imperious crone
looked down her haughty nose
while chortling to herself
i must keep a lookout
for our guest when he's about

the hatter, hare and dormouse,
were restless in their seats
they'd been waiting far too long now
to discover what's to eat

a little bit of this
with just a pinch of that
and 2 large gobs of
something scraped from
within the hatter's hat

that's what we'll add
while our supper simmers
our special guest
ought soon arrive....yum !

he's never late
to the dinner-plate
of this we can be certain

so say the 'witches 3'