Chapter 3 - Stitchy, the voodoo girl

Stitchy, the voodoo doll
She was all stitched together,
from cloth and from thread,
she was not quite living,
but still not dead.
She had pins for her hair,
and her name was Stitchy.
She loved to gossip and,
she was very dogy.

She thought she was perfect,
though this really was a lie!,
she gave people horrid looks,
with her cold button eyes.
She was a nasty bully,
and a terrible thing,
She had absolutely no talent,
and she really couldn’t sing.

Her singing was so bad,
that one gloomy day,
it attracted some hungry moths,
much to stitch’s dismay.
And as we all know,
moths eat fine cloth,
there was sounds of munching,
and even a great big SCOFF!

For she was all gone,
except from an eye,
which started to weep,
that’s another word for cry.
This is a lesson,
to all little witches,
Keep your moth shut,
and don’t be doges.