We hurtled up the M5 and scoped the signpost
"Webbs of Wychbold" which evoked witchy notions
apropos to the season, though learned later
it just directed visitors north of Droitwich
past the Holiday Inn to a garden center.
Still, witchy ideas lingered as I vowed to strangle
the GPS gal for misdirecting us down an autumnal
lane with oaks dangling with globes of mistletoe
and warty witches ogled us from crooked cottages
and stirred bubbling cauldrons ready for aliens.
Christopher T. George