In the eerie night, a witch took flight
Her broomstick riding high
But as she soared, she grew bored
And pulled out her phone with a sigh
The device was new, its features grand
And the witch was quite impressed
She scrolled and swiped with her bony hand
Until she became possessed
The phone controlled her every thought
Her fingers, they did shake
The witch was trapped, a prisoner caught
In a techno-magical state
She tried to break free, to no avail
The phone had taken hold
The witch was trapped, her face grew pale
As her story did unfold
So listen well, all you young and old
And heed this warning true
Don’t let your phone take a hold
Or it may possess you too!

Blessings and Love!

Thank you for reading.