The magician crook (Mock-A-Poem II)

A magician enters the room and you think he has good luck

For magic done with brooms doesn’t leave a dove plucked

But boy does magic exist you schnook, for when the clock tick-tocks two

You witness the wizard as a crook, and the dove turns cuckoo

And the disguised bird steals time, and the magic crook takes flight

To the kitchen in no time, he says “This magician found a quite

Piece of custard” and mustard he sneaks into his pocket

You’re flustered by what you just heard “Oh I’m so rusted”,

“How I forgot to my powers explain” he blustered, taking out a… moppet?!

A moppet with tongs? Moppet lobster. Also with guns? Moppet lobster mobster!

And it croaked, Oh, a monster! A moppet lobster mobster monster!

Nevermind, it wasn’t croak it was burp,

While its owner food slurped the puppet silence broke

“As you can see I’m a gangster, gangster foody gangster they have called me,

And I’ll live in your cuisine, here I’ll live like I’m a queen”

Fool! you fell for the food magician crook,

For its bird the time croockoo

And for the lobster-mobster too

“And we’ll live together here in your cuisine,

Striking rhymes so strong ya won’t know what they mean

Hot move dances on the floor, while in bowl da milk we pour

And a living freezing frenzy, have no meat no time to rot

Since we are no full-time lazy, we then clean, clean all the spot

Join our spirit, cook with us!

Lotta meals, nutritious

Fire!”

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Thanks for reading! If you may, here is the first part of this series of burlesque rhymery: