This mad magician
Lifted one finger
Ate a frog, burped
Pointed his powers at
Me, Witch of the West

And mesmerized
Cleaning out the cauldron
I bowed my head
Mumbled a few words
Of ancient wisdom
Stumbled in the dark
Parked my broom
Next to his Persian rug

I met my musing match
Right then and there
Resistance was inane
- main drops to the river
- rainbow sky high
- third eyes opening up

Smoking signals into clouds
Allowing fertile rain