The Witches Spell Take 2

In a quaint little cottage, where magic held sway,

A witch brewed her potions, by night and by day.

With a cackle and charm, she conjured a scheme,

To turn her dear Al into a man, what a dream!

With a flick of her wand and a dash of her cheer,

She mixed up the brew, with a grin ear to ear.

But when Al emerged, oh what a sight to behold,

A man who was clumsy, and rather quite bold!

He hopped and he skipped, with a curious flair,

Then tripped on a broomstick—oh, what a scare!

“Oh dear!” laughed the witch, as she held her belly,

“A man who can’t walk, but can really be jelly!”

Yet being a man had its moments of glee,

For Al found new joys, like drinking his tea.

“No fuses to blow, just a hearty good laugh,

With a jig and a wiggle, on the magical path!”

So they danced in the moonlight, both silly and spry,

In this world of enchantment, where giggles could fly.

The witch and her Al, in love they did twirl,

In a cybernetic wedding, they rocked the whole world!

Their cottage was buzzing with laughter and cheer,

With clever wee children who’d always draw near.

With tales of their Al, their adventures so grand,

Life was a banquet, and oh, how they planned!

The kids had bright ideas that sparkled like stars,

In a realm full of magic, they’d conquer all bars.

With books piled high and potions galore,

Their home was a haven, where dreams could explore.

Together they flourished, a whimsical crew,

In a family of magic, where love only grew.

So here’s to the witch and her charming delight,

With a tale full of laughter from morning till night.

With hopes and with giggles, their hearts intertwined,

In a story where love’s magic and spells always shined!