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The Wrong Spell
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Maihri Patrick
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Ouch my toes, oh my nose
Whatever have I done
I suppose that it was just a spell
To rid us of the nasty smell
That fell upon on the castle grounds
Whilst you were sleeping safe and sound
The pointed hat, the broken wand
The large grey bucket full of sand
Was meant to be as I proposed
A pile of frogs with one a toad
But rats and mice and ancient spice
Set about in such a trice
That I was weakened by the spell
To rid us of that nasty smell
Of mushrooms large and rotting fruit
That covered all in thick black soot
With silver moon and night sky bright
My broken wand, it took to flight
And bounced around the castle walls
Upon the hearth and bookcase tall
It bathed the room in candlelight
Then golden stars and purple stripes
The magic book of ninety-three
Old spells that were passed on to me
Flew past my head and to the ground
With a nasty cracking groaning sound
The castle broom it danced and twirled
The iron pot it groaned and turned
Upon its side as I did fly
From room to room with scattered books
My hat perched on a shepherds crook
From days gone by in highland caves
Another spell, which I had saved
A cloud of dust and sprinkles light
They did appear as I took flight
Upon the ancient stairs of stone
Through doors and windows open wide
As spinning round from side to side
There really was nowhere to hide
A toad I saw upon the step
He croaked and leapt upon the next
As pointed staff and soup ladles spun
Round and round into the gloom
Of dungeon deep beneath the rooms
Of castle pink with orange blooms
I landed on my feet one day
Returned to earth one might say
A whiskered creature with pointed tail
And claws as sharp as castle nails
My voice was strange, not like a toad
But it did squeak, heaven knows
As mouse or rat or flying bat
I awoke without my special hat
Ears with points sit where it should be
My beard has gone, replaced you see
By fur of black with tigers stripes
Which glow upon the morning light
A spell is what I need maybe
With a ballybluehob one two three
And daisies of yellow with bright orange pops
Perhaps this spell will help to stop
The work of all these crumbling spells
That brought upon a nasty smell
With lanterns, twigs and a squirrel or two
Bally be me bally be you
With a ballybluehob and a daisybelle wave
Give me a sign to help me save
The castle from ruin though you may never see
That the cat from the castle is really me
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