Spell Poems

Dear Mr Merlin
By Evie, 9, Yokohama, Japan Dear Mr. Merlin Would it be possible, For me to be a wizard for the day? If I was really good, I might even be able to stay. I would bring all my own eqiupment, Cloak and wand and hat. And if you really wanted, I'll even take my own pet rat! I'll be a great assistant, And mix up potions by the load. If you would give me a recipe, To turn my sister into a toad.

freedom spell
By Jazzella, 10, Calgary, Alberta, Canada Powers of the sun and forces of the moon because one quest to open the doors to shadowlands, let out the light shine in it eternal night and leave on corner untouched, to that we may free our friends from the shadows that binds them. (October 2008)

Pumpkin ball
By Kimberley, 11, Helston, UK There is a ball when you've gone to bed, On Halloween night a monster blood red, He will anounce with a great big pounce, That all monsters here in this very year, Are invited to the Pumpkin ball. You see the Pumpkin ball is a terrible thing, Where all the monsters and horrific things, All gather round the monster blood red, To have a ball when you've gone to bed. There's ghouls and ghosts and a host with the most, Monsters and things wearing lots of rings, Skeleton's and bats wearing red top hats, And a tentacled monster wearing a poncho. They all dance around to some eerie music, That sound like cats who've forgot how to mew it, A Sudden whistle, a scream like a missile, And a vampire appears who's been alive for years. He greets the monsters with a glare, Then puts down a pumpkin on each chair, It's time for the annual pumpkin scratch, All will take part except for the bats. All the monsters stand by their chairs, As no-one but no-one is willing to share, The hooter sounds and they all get stuck in, A banshee arrives with a great big din. A uproar sounds as the hooter goes, And the banshee looks round standing on toes, She announces the winner, Then they sit down to dinner. Then the monster blood red, Will stand on his head, And begin to announce, With a great big pounce. That it is his great pity, To leave this city, He'll send an invitation, To the whole monster nation, Inviting them to the next Pumpkin ball! (October 2004)

A spell

By Colin, 7, Hong Kong Chocolate, beer and doggy tails, Cats' claws and balls of fire. This potion never fails If these three things are your desire: If you want to never die, Have superstrength and power to fly. (October 2004)

To summon a Spirit
By Robert, 10, Scarbourgh, North Yorkshire, UK Hear these words, hear my cry spirit from the other side, come to me I summon thee cross now the great divide (October 2004)

A witch's spell
By Sanya, 9, High Wycombe, UK Bubble Bubble, lots of trouble eye of newt and snail slime, Bubble Bubble, double trouble Poise the lemon and poise the lime. Turn around and touch the ground Eat a bees buzzing sound

My potion
By Amber, 11, Uyeasound, Unst, Shetland 8 spiders legs and 6 rotten eggs. 6 wobbly eyes and 5 dead flies. 6 fingers cut and the inside of a sheeps gut. 50 pumpkin seed and 6 dirty weeds. 8 smelly rats and 2 dirty bats. 1 rangers player and 1 dirty mare. 1 bucket of slugs and a gang of thugs. 2 black cats and 3 dirty bats. And to finish it off flood it with blood.

I 'M MAKING A WITICHES BREW, SLINGING THE ANIMALS FROM THE ZOO, A LITTLE GIRL YELLS, A COWS BELL, IT'S SO GOOD PLEASE DON'T TELL. A CATS CLAW THAT TASTES LIKE WAR, A CLINCH OF HAIR FROM THE TIDY LAW,

A BUTTON FROM THE WIZARDS CLOAK, A COUPLE OF MUSCLES FROM THE WOMENS BLOKE, NOW ALL THESE MIXED TOGETHER, IT'LL SOON TASTE LIKE SHINY LEATHER. ALL I NEED TO MAKE IT MORE, SLING IN AN OLD APPLE CORE. AND NOW IT'S DONE, IT WEIGHS A TON. NOW OFF I GO WITH MY WITCHES BREW, DOWN THE STREET I'M COMING THROUGH, I'M GOING BY, THE BABIES CRY, I AM LOOKING AROUND TOO FIND THE WIZARD, TOO TURN HIM INTO A LONG GREEN LIZARD!!!!