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Once upon a merrily-after
a random doper thrived
Wizard of the woods folks said
enchanted poems he d'rived

He loved his herbs and shrooms
of which he did consume
A little or a lot
they mused his words in thought

His craft was strong
with smoke and swirl
Of scented candles
through ink and curl

It matters not just how
that he could make things float
Say a pickle jar from there
his quill indeed did note

Half-a-foot above and below
he made it rise and fall
Salty green light in the air
it danced like a feather for all

"Twist and twirl.
Flutter and fly.
Oh heavenly pickles,
I love to get high!"

He danced and sang
and tumbled around
The table-top shook
as the cukes came down

"No matter the time,
for nothing more.
Forgive and forget."
he did implore

"Yes I am odd,
but I know how-to.
The magic of words,
of spells cast onto...

...briny fruits and such."

2016 by Kelly R. Sullivan