Clouds of Dust
The magician blew clouds of dust
from the ancient spell book:
‘Necromancy: Satisfy Your Lust.’
He chanted long and hard, but came unstuck,
and cried, ‘My strip-o-grams are rotten. Yuk.’
For Barbara’s Clouds contest
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