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You know that witches did not ride
On broomsticks or in any other way
It is just an old wives’ tale you know
Repeated telling doesn’t make it so
There are other theories some do say
That other such activities were tried

Back then a psychoactive ointment
Applied indirectly to various parts
Made visions and stranger thoughts
Feature in the Witchfinder’s reports
And that is how any rumour starts
But always ends in disappointment

The broom handle was convenient
As an unusual mode of application
With the brush in front, not behind
As drawn by artists that were blind
A picture showing their pure elation
Unpunished, with others so lenient

Such unguents were of course, topical
Not by mouth as per the modern style
Flying in the sky was just in their head
After such stimulation, back to bed
Such behaviours were easy to revile
In climates temperate, never tropical

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