
He Says He’s Going to be a Wizard
It’s just a bit of havoc,
a boy with a wizard kit.
No, your sister didn’t vanish
when you lit 3 twigs, or
burnt toenail clippings in a sack.
And now you’re breathing in
snips of smoke, hoping
for the gift of future sight.
And, no, your sister’s
toenails didn’t fall off,
nor did your spine
sprout wings,
but I might blame you
for my aches and pains,
you and your curses on a rat’s red eye.
©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter
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