Methinks I hath stumbled upon witches coven,
Or creatures with sharp hooves cloven.
The shining armoured knight hath but two questions,
Which giveth exceeding apprehensions.
Shall I this fine day fight,
Or on mine gallant steed take hasty flight?
Riding hard and harder till I'm out of sight.
I say, what a raving beauty,
Only saying that because tis my knightly duty.
Weird pea green skin with a wart on her nose,
The darling of some demented warlock, I suppose.
But she's one ugly witch from her wrinkled old head
To her long, slimy toes.