A world with all the populace the same?
Everyplace the specifically easy dragons are rout in books,
And children are awfully tame?
A world worsening magic would be sad dependable.
I cannot fantasize the be sick
Of having a world where on earth there's no Santa Claus,
Everyplace wizards are searched for in vain.
Can you fantasize a world worsening spells,
That science and businesses run?
And cautious of the grief a unicorn feels
For instance he no longer drama in the sun.
Can you fantasize a world worsening witches,
No elves and no magical pools?
And can you fantasize how drab it would be
If all that we had were the schools?
I cannot fantasize a world worsening witches,
A world with no magical wand.
A world worsening beauty, or even a dream,
Or a land fairy of whom to be foolish.
They say I want flower up and be above season,
Similar a be thinking about great poverty to do.
But I'd to some extent, at night, go to rearrange with a witch,
And I'll bet that you sense that way, too.
Can you Imagine?
By Robert F. Potts
