Limerick writing Mark 3 (colour, animal,number).

The red embers heated the cauldron

And someone said "Who let that dove in?"

With a little red spark

Gold eyes glowed in the dark

The cool cats were pushin' and shovin'

It was a white-starry nightclub, the Coven

The blue moon winked as it guided them down.

In that tarry black night

The bat hung on tight

(Whoops. Sorry!)

It ran out of fuel

On her besom made of twigs of brown

She set out six miles to the town

So to her brew she added a rat.

Tapped numbers in Morse

Her familiar's claws

And on a lead, flying, one bat

She donned her black cloak and her hat

But three spells meant no-one could hurt her.

No green frogs were troubled

Her black cauldron bubbled

Who put on a bright purple kurta

There was a white witch called Roberta.

But big, 'cos the black one's too titchy

Said the other one, (Fred)