Witch Switch
A quick sonnet to celebrate the season. Happy Halloween!
I plopped a cat's whisker into the brew
and couldn't help but cackle at my plot
A single drop into her drink would do
A rival would become my new mascot
She'd look surprised and recognize the taste
She'd know it then and yet she'd know too late
For whiskers will be sprouting from her face
And spreading feline fur will mark her fate
She'll try to shout but yowl and hiss instead
and claws will sprout as she begins to shrink
Her pointed hat will fall over her head
She'd make a good familiar I think
Until we drank I thought I could not fail
But then I felt the twitch of my new tail