The Sorcerer

poem by: Graham Jenkinson
Written on Feb 12, 2017

There was Sorcerer Called Edward
He Lived in A Hole in the Ground
Covered With Twigs and Bracken
With Spiders were all Around
The Spiders Webs Were Everywhere
The  Spiders Were Free to Roam
Edward Liked Them Being There
In the  Place That he Called Home
He Loved To Perform his Magic
When the Moon was  High at Night
Spiders Webs Were in his Beard 
He was  a Very Strange Sight
He Uttered Some Magical Words
And Pointed his Hawthorn Wand
Then After he Finished his  Magic
There appeared a Shimmering Pond
His Sorcery was Powerful
The Spiders all ran to Look
As he  Turned Ancient Pages
Of a  Magical Sorcerers Book
He Magically Made Some Dragonfly's
He Made Many Kinds of Fish
He Then sat  Down and had  Dinner
Out of a Tortoise Shell Dish
Edward had Spiders web Curtains
That Fell as a Veil in his  Home
The Spiders all Gathered Together
They ran Through his Beard Like A Comb
After he Finished his Dinner
He Lifted the Spiders web Veil
He Picked up his  Wand and Waved IT
Creating A Boat With A Sail
He sat by the pond and he Pondered
On the magic That he had Done
Then he magicked  Some butterfly's
Edward was Having Great fun
The Spiders all sat  Down Beside him
Staring at This Wonderful Sight
Edward in  Magical Splendour
Everything Looked so Bright
His Hawthorn Wand did Wonders
Creating Some Toasted Bread
Come Along Spiders Said Edward
It's Time to go to bed 

 

Tags: happy, humor, rhyme,

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Gauri Sharma commented on Oct 17, 2018 at 6:27am
So funny! lovely poem... especially liked the humor. you are creative.

 

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