The Crags

A Crag a name that’s often given,
To some may know as witchcraft women,
Who live amount the Cheviot hills,
Brewing teas and making spells,
The oldest crag of ninety nine,
With scratty hair and eyes blue blind,
She has for ailments a drinking potion,
For fertile wombs and bones t’ broken,
For seeing things she has a gift,
As the future she can oft predict,
In times of trouble and times of plight,
And when the moon is mostly bright,
They take their baskets and walk the wood,
Whispering chants and casting good.

This is my C poem for the A to Z challenge.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

My A-Z is based on Northumberland, and the myths and monsters that lurk within.

The Crags of Northumberland are sort of cliffs, up near Alnwick. But I thought they sound more like witches of the woods.

My poems kind of lead onto one another so I do suggest you read the poem before it to get the gist.

Alphabet Zoo – The Camel

A camel, is a magnificent beast,
From Africa and the Middle East.
But the camel Here in alphabet zoo,
Came from the land Timbuktu.
And when we noticed something wrong,
Our camel did not run along,
He did not eat or roll in sand,
He did not spit or help out man,
We told our vet, our camel grumps,
He suggested he must have the hump!

This poem is part of Alphabet Zoo, you can find this in my categories. The idea of it is some light hearted humorous poems, to get my mind in gear for the April A-Z Challenge.

Cirque du Hilária

C is for Circus!

Roll up! Roll up!
And see the Cirque Hilar’
I bring to you a many act,
Of which you may be unaware.
For the show tonight your eyes will see,
A wonder short of miracle,
Put your hands together, and welcome here,
The Cirque du Hilaria spectacle.

Your host tonight, your very own,
My name is Monsieur Claude,
My role to you, my duty too,
Is to bring you to applaude.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
Children of all ages,
Be prepared to be amazed,
As I open up the cages.

First act this evening, to the ring,
We welcome a man named Paul,
A gentlemen not quite average
As he’s Standing 9 foot tall.
His hands and feet and all his limbs,
Could be described as grotesquely large,
Can we call this man a giant?
Or is this name a tad too harsh?

I introduce you to our Agatha,
A kind and dear old woman,
Tattooed and pierced from head to toe,
Her body a now inked ruin.
She wears a bone right through her nose,
Her brows: a metal spike,
And tattooed upon her body,
Are pin-ups and the like.

Vincent Small, not just by name,
Stands at 2 foot 3,
But don’t be fooled of what’s his strength,
He lifts more than you and me.
This man you see right on my left,
Lifts a ton or maybe more!
Benches and pushes above his head,
Only three foot from the floor!

Bella our unique burlesquer,
Has an accessory all of her own,
Cos curvy and busty Bella,
Has a beard that’s fully grown.
Tassels, heels and feather boa,
With lacey underwear,
Provide a sexy distraction,
For a body so covered in hair.

Simon is our sword eater,
That guzzles on flames too,
But they go right on down his gullet,
Without a bite or chew.
Now his choice of snack and delicacy,
Are not normal things to swallow,
The only explanation,
His body here is hollow!

Our final act this evening,
Our master of contortion,
We call her Miss Elastic,
For she bends right out of proportion.
Displaying up above your heads,
Hanging from the ropes,
Or swinging from trapezium,
With legs around her throat.

But ladies and good gentlemen,
And children sitting tight,
This was Cirque Hilária,
And I wish you all Goodnight!

For C of the A to Z challenge