EYE OF THE BEHOLDER © Graphic Art by RickMack Through the double doors crashed the gurney, Straight into the operating room. Fearing this would be her last journey, She wished she’d steered better on that broom. She had received her license to fly - Warren Warlock gave her instruction. The young witch a figure eight did try, And she crashed into an obstruction. She didn’t see the telephone pole, As it caught her squarely in the face. On her nose she had a lovely mole, But it was ripped off without a trace. Her nose, itself, is now flattened out, Extending across to her left ear. Eight teeth she will have to live without, And her right eye is no longer here. She was in surgery for hours, And many other witches dropped by, Some brought witch’s brew or dried flowers, In thanks, she gave them the evil eye. Weeks later she looked in a mirror, Quite concerned at the sight she might see, But, though the nurses cringed in terror, She viewed ugliness with shrieks of glee. © RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net (RICHARD MCCUSKER)) ~INDEX PAGE~