The Wicked Witch of the East Must Die!

In the annals of evil
and cosmic upheaval
Jack O' Hare was aware
of a very evil being
you'd go blind upon seeing
her heart was black
a walking rat.

There are good witches and bad witches
and those that emerge from shit of bitches
This evil witch was one such
devoid of divine touch
infernal through and through
she smelled like rat pooh.

This was the Wicked Witch of the East
but in evil she was not least.

East of the point where Jack stood
was this evil crone with cape and hood
the world turned to hate
because of her wretched gait
as she walked
and talked
but squawked.

For no human voice had she
this ugly horrid banshee
From the depths of Hell she came
to cause all she touched pain.

But Jack had had enough of this witch infernal
she must be sent to Hell eternal
and as he munched on corned beef and rye
with his big bunny ears held so high
Jack resolved
this Wicked Witch must die.

To be continued.

This being Part One of a neo-Miltonian neo-Homeric epic poem
written by Christopher Dracul Van Helsing
on this day Monday, October 18th, 2010.