No Winner in the Broomstick Race
An unforeseen magical glitch
Dragged riders along a wet ditch.
At the finishing line
They were so soaked in slime
That no one knew which witch was which.
Dragged riders along a wet ditch.
At the finishing line
They were so soaked in slime
That no one knew which witch was which.
This poem is copyright (©) Jane Trenholm 2023
About the Writer
Jane Trenholm
Jane enjoyed being a primary school teacher in Jersey and Hong Kong but her favourite job was being an ‘IMPS Trainer’. Sadly, no tiny magical creatures were involved but teaching First Aid to classes visiting an Oxford hospital was still great fun.
Jane loves writing poetry for children, eating ice cream and hunting for sea glass on beaches. She sometimes does all three at once.
