This mad magician
Lifted one finger
Ate a frog, burped
Pointed his powers at
Me, Witch of the West
And mesmerized
Cleaning out the cauldron
I bowed my head
Mumbled a few words
Of ancient wisdom
Stumbled in the dark
Parked my broom
Next to his Persian rug
I met my musing match
Right then and there
Resistance was inane
- main drops to the river
- rainbow sky high
- third eyes opening up
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