The Weaver
In Hogsmeade once there lived a witch.
She was not cute nor was she rich,
Yet on her cloth she could quite stitch;
The Weaver was her name.
This Weaver sewed with care and grace.
She darned her cloth and wove her lace,
And on each one a spell did place,
For which she gained great fame.
One day she wove a scene so fine,
She said, –This one is truly mine!â€
And cast a spell with one keen rhyme,
Then waited for her wish.
From the cloth there stepped a man.
Into his arms she quickly ran,
And thus their love affair began
With one long lingering kiss.
But no! She left out one sure thing:
Her man had no sweet bells to ring.
And so they could not have their fling,
For he was quite unable.
His pleasing face did not attract;
She missed the love he sorely lacked.
So to the cloth she sent him back:
Thus ends the Weaver’s tale.
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The Weaver by Gmariam
Chapter Endnotes: Happy Valentine's Day? ;-)
This was written ages ago, mostly as an exercise in the rhyme scheme. It makes me giggle, though. Hope you did too.