Crones moot

Oh dear what can I see?
 under the ancient English oak tree
 Chanting and dancing and singing off key
The Coven of crones have a moot

Beltane is the time to be very merry
there's beer and mead and some sort of sherry
Most of the group are dressed up as faeries
If faeries looked wingless and drunk

By half passed nine, they've run out of beer
one whips off her top and ladies all cheer
"I haven't been naked for oh so many years"
she runs with her arms in the air

At Eleven o'clock someone called the police
The neighbour hood watch, want nothing but peace
The police have asked can shenanigans cease?
 The coven of crones all shout nope!

The naked lady has an emotion of ire
She really does not want to retire
She trips up her boob and into the fire
And the Ambulance have to be called.

Oh dear what can the matter be
Coven of crones are in A&E
A slightly singed boob is a slight tragedy 
but it really was a good laugh