In flicker and shadow, Laura resides, A witch with secrets, a witch who hides. Thirty-six years of spells and dreams, With ghostly tales and ghoulish schemes. She kicked my shins, a spirited jest, While her lazy husband shirked the rest. In trombone sickness, she hums a tune, A rude girl blooming with a sheen of the moon. Yellow car, a beacon bold, Halloween tales forever retold. We rave all night, in our youth's embrace, Dancing through darkness, a timeless chase. I've stolen your sock; it's a prison for Chance, In offbeat rhythms, we borrowed our dance. A debt, a wish, for riches to sway, You owe me a promise from years passed away. Next girls' holiday calls to the UK, Seeking the magic, the spells yet at bay. In laughter and memories, forever we roam, Laura, the witch, our forever home.