#i wanna add more symbolism to a different one but i kinda vomited up this extended metaphor about witches and stuff

[lees-leaves-leeks-and-leeches]

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He was waiting for his tea to brew, as is his average morning toil

When his mother shared an anecdote

“If you watch the pot it will not boil”

And the young boy took down a mental note

While he went to pack his lamp and oil

Little did he know he should’ve just hung up his coat

And save himself the spoil

He left for the nearby blue river

Assured by his knowledge and armed with a quiver

To go and trial his new passion for life as a fisher

And he knew that he would miss her,

But really it’s best to consider

That he would be better off richer.

Far away from home, he found himself walking all alone

And up behind him sprang a putrid witch

Who tied him up and took him back home

Using her broom to scratch an itch

While she planned to devour his every bone

And throw all she didn’t want in a ditch.

The boy woke up, roped in a coil

Dangling in a cauldron filled with soup up to his throat

And as a stray vegetable came his way, he felt like a carrot in the soil

But then the witch came into view and she opened her mouth to gloat

Before she spoke he came up with a plan, one which was sure to foil.

“Try getting out of this one, boy!” she said, “I’m sure you’re such an oaf!”

He eyed the broth with confidence, remembering his mother’s words

Making sure to ignore all of the weird little herbs

Watching the pot threw away all of his concerns

But when the witch ate her dinner that night, among her plants and ferns,

The little boy’s blood and guts rotted amongst the worms

And she smiled as she recollected how she cut him up into thirds.