Magical/Mystical Poems

Yes, I must agree with you,

     It is a funny name,

But Mabel’s not so funny

     When she plays her little games.


She likes to hide the things you need

     And watches whilst you search.

She hid my brother's football boots

     And then the parrot's perch.


You always know when she's around

    For Mabel leaves a scent,

But she never leaves enough of it

     To discover where she went.


One day I'll catch that pesky witch

     And put her in a cage,

And I'll laugh and laugh until I cry

     To see her in a rage.


But until that day I’ll warn you all

     That Mabel's running free,

So smell the air and be aware

     Of all you hear and see.



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