Which (a l’il pun) makes a great first line.
Or can make a great last line.
Or could be the unexpected next line after a placid introduction of description.
Or – could be the climax!
Or – maybe – be the title.
The witch hunt is on:
Not for
But by
The witches.
I know of what I speak
Being
A descendant
Of a witch
– Mary Eastey –
(also spelled Esty, Easty, Estey)
Executed
(hanged, not burned)
By the good
& pious folk
(Christians all)
Of
Salem, Mass.
[I put in “Mass” so
those life-hating Puritan folk
Gnash their teeth
And burn,
A little brighter
In Hell.]
{And I add
… ’cause it tickles my
Fancy…
That 19 years later
Mary’s husband
received £20
of compensation.}
Praise The Lord
The witches
(ready, aye, ready)
Now seek their
justified
retribution
against those with
the stench
of self-serving
Morality
upon
their breath.
BEWARE!
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