Three Wishes
If you rub my lamp,
You might get a cramp.
Three wishes I give you,
Nothing like voodoo.
First wish,
just not a fish.
Second way,
Nothing to betray.
Third is a charm,
But not to disarm.
The way these work,
I'm not a clerk.
There's nothing I wouldn't do,
Since when is a genie blue?
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2009
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