Room On The Broom...

Dear Spot,

Well you picked your target didn't you? I can see it now, whirling through my body like a hormonal rocket. Yes, yes, you cry, I think I'll make her a witch and so there you are, with no advance warning, right on my chin. The witch analogy is no exaggeration on my part, for just this very morning I was offered a cut price cauldron in exchange for a go on my broom. Alas I am lacking in magic potions, for if I had one, t'would not be long before I made you disappear...

Yours sincerely,