Aneeqa Chaudary Poetry

The wand sits on the coffe table now,
can rarely get in a position to reach it
the sleuth finds his way to ding-dongs
and makes them disappear

maybe his uncle was right
about everything
especially chocolately goodness

but Harry makes magic in the kitchen,
the bald pate shining like linoleum

now to conjur up a lady friend....

Poet: Deborah S Regan