Do Not Do Spells Unless
You must wear full robes and striped stocking when spelling she was told.
Sammie thought this was insane; but her advice people were anciently old.
She decided to practice disappearing spells in her P.J.s for fun and delight.
Was never seen again, said grandma, explaining her miserable plight.
They don’t want us to do spells in P.J.s, I told my sister rolling my eyes.
The next day, I tried it and came up missing. I guess this is no big surprise.
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