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Jacks Magic Wand

Poetry By: sorepaws246
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Jacks Magic Wand


Submitted:Jun 14, 2011    Reads: 36    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


'It really will work,' said Jack yesterday Just as our teacher was clearing away 'If I wave this wand and say the right words That pile of Maths books will turn into birds.' Chalk powdered our hair,ink squirted our faces The rulers and pencils began to run races Our teacher became a most elegant pig Waving his trotters and dancing a jig. 'I got it for Christmas from my Uncle Stan Such an amazing, mysterious man He wears a long cloak, a tall pointed hat A wizard of course, no doubt about that. Our Headmaster was starting to shout As giant erasers were rubbing him out Miss Brown grew a beard, Miss Green turned Red With the caretaker's mop stuck on her head.




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