The Sniffing Witch - a Short Story / Poem

The Sniffing Witch - a short story poem about the wicked witch that sniff sniff sniffs at the gap in your door, and the naughty child that would not do as he was told...

Have you ever heard the awful din

Of boggles rattling in their tin

Or gremlins banging on the doors

While pixies dance across the floors

Things that go bump, And whoooo, And grrrrrrr

Or things with claws and covered in fur

Are no where near as half as bad, or worse

As the wicked witch who can be found

Sniffing in the shadows at the gap in your door

There was a horrid little boy one night

He did not do a single thing he ought

He did not go to sleep when he was told

He saw the shadow lurking at his door

An unusual movement in the light

Then a woman in a pointy hat was standing in his room

The little boy stood with his hands on his hips

As the witch drew her finger to her lips

“Who are you ‘sposed to be?” The little boy asked

As the witch let out a cackly laugh

“I am the witch, the awful witch, the scary wicked witch

I’m the witch that sniffs and sniffs

That crouches down to breathe you in

Smell the little children through the

Gap in the bottom of your bedroom door!”

The horrid boy he went cross eyed

“Is that the best you’ve got?” he scoffed.

“I can shrivel, I can snivel, I can bite and I can kick

I can stamp my feet and I can shout

I can puff my chest and hold my breath, and make myself be sick.”

The wicked witch she turned and laughed,

her wicked witchy laugh

“Oh smelly horrid little child, you are no match for me

I am the witch the scary wicked witch,

I poison children with my breath, and eat them for my tea!”

“Wicked witches are no match for me.”

Said the horrid little boy

“I’ll show you just how gross a child can really be

I can blow farts on my arms, I can do belches and squelches,

And I can pull bogeys out my nose.”

The wicked witch let out her awful cackle,

“Enough is enough! You horrid little boy!

You think your little tricks can scare me?

You are no match for the sniffing witch

And you don’t have one of these!”

The wicked witch whipped out her wand

And with a swish and with a swoosh

And a magic word or two,

There was a snazzle and a pop!

From the end of the wand, and just like that  

The little boy began to hop

The little boy began to stutter

“Ribbet, ribbet, croak!” he said with a splutter

And just when it looked like he was about to explode

The little boy turned into a toad!

“Phew” said the witch, “He really truly was

The smelliest little boy I have ever come across.”

She picked up the toad and popped it in her hat.

Then opened the window and off with a zoom

The wicked witch flew off on her broom.