Atop her perch she read her book of spells,
Perusing for the perfect evil curse,
To strike her bitter rival where she dwells.
Malicious schemes that she must reimburse;
Requiring planning — careful and well thought,
Lest she end up in the back of a hearse.
The sneaky witch had almost not been caught,
The hex was laid, with purpose nearly charged,
When Paula stumbled onto her plan and fought.
With shrieks of rage, into the room she barged,
And knocked the charm out of her villian’s hand.
The harpy fled, wrist swollen and enlarged.
For Paula, vengeance was still in demand.
She’d achieve her plan with graceful finesse,
A punishment the witch could not withstand.
And all would know: Don’t mess with Paula’s dress.