The Broken Genie
While walking in the desert sands
A genie's bottle I found
I rubbed until my hand was sore
But he didn't utter a sound
Well I had almost given up
When a puff of smoke I see
Then a little man appeared in the sand
And said, "Hey, were you looking for me?"
"Three wishes" I said, "Is that right?"
I politely of him inquired
He said, " I'm sorry, I don't do that anymore,
You see, I'm semi retired"
I said, "You're a genie and I'm you master,
My wish is your command"
He said, "Whatever you say but you'll be sorry,
You just simply don't understand"
"For my first wish it's money I seek
I want you to make me rich"
With a wart on my nose and pointy hat
He'd turned me into a witch
I said, "What have you done?, I said rich not witch"
He said, "I'm sorry let me try once more"
Then I started to scratch, from a terrible itch
For he'd messed up like before
By now, I was glad it was almost over
And my third wish I was starting to fear
That's when I realized this genie was deaf
He just simply couldn't hear
So I took out the pen from my pocket
And wrote my third wish upon his head
I wished he could hear but he couldn't read
So I was turned into a hearing aid instead
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