The Spell Caster

Paul Bell

 

I think it was her mental health

Well, to begin with anyway

She was always slightly weird in a weird sort of way

One day she decided she was a witch

Great big pointy hat and broom

Casting spells in all directions

Made big Joe infertile

Kept pointing to his groin, infertile, infertile

Then she got even weirder

Decided she was pregnant

Kept it up for months

Even the bump got bigger

Though the weird thing was

A baby appeared

It was decided this baby wasn’t by magic

People looked at big Joe in a different light now

In a weird way

Like maybe, he wasn’t infertile after all, and

She wasn’t casting spells

She was casting aspersions.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: November 6th, 2026 04:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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