Lucky Shah Poetry

Magicians' black cape, golden bright stars
Torn top hat, he would dream of mars
Fake curley mustache, taped to his lip
Dylans magic wand, his hand did grip

He dreamt of long eared rabbits,
rainbow scarves, joined all in a row
pure white doves, feathers aglow

Abrah-kadabra, his wand was set,
ten mystical chants, pick a card, don't fret
Hand full of glitter, he tossed at the crowd
hiding that card, made some wizard proud

Twinkling bright eyes, and toothless grin,
Dylan was a hit, with his next of kin

Poet: Wendy Sparling