Witch and bellybutton
Were walking through the trees
Witch went slow and haggard
Button moved with ease
“It’s been some time since walking,”
The witch said to the button
“In my old age, I don’t get out
I’ve really been a shut-in.”
“You’ll soon regain the hang of it,”
The button said to witch
But just as he could say it
She fell into a ditch!
“Oh, help me, bellybutton!”
The feeble sorc’ress cried
The bellybutton, small but brave,
Grabbed a branch and tried
The witch grabbed on; the button pulled
But this was no small hustle
For witch weighed 80 kilos
And button had no muscle
“I’m just too weak,” he finally said
“I can’t lift up your weight.
Quick, change me into something else
Before it grows too late.”
The witch grew pale and silent
And finally she cried
“I haven’t cast a spell,” she said
“Since I was thirty-five.”
“I have a feeling,” Button said
“That now’s the
time to practice!”
“Zamboony!” Witchy said, which turned
The button to a cactus.
“Well, shit,” the cactus grunted
“I can never help you now.
I’m a spiky hunk of cellulose
Whose arms can’t reach the bough.”
“I should’ve practiced,” Witchy moaned
“Oh, stupid witch is me!
I’d stopped performing spells
And just watched sitcoms on T.V.”
“You’ve ruined it for both of us,”
The bellybutton said
“We’re stuck here, and in just some days
We’ll certainly be dead.”
The witch lived 29 more days
And perished on day 30
But cactus lived a hundred years
‘Cause succulents are sturdy.
The moral of the tale, of course
Is don’t get out of practice
And be grateful your umbilicus
Looks nothing like a cactus.
