Fluffy Poem by Ted L Glines

Fluffy
by Ted L Glines

About this 'healing' and those herbs,
this spirituality,
they don't fit my lifestyle
or my teen reality.
Who wants to be a Shaman,
a Priestess or a crone,
those things take too much study
and oughtta be left alone.
Forget my streetside language,
my wordin' and my spellin',
I found no spiritual insights
in anything from Llewelyn.
Gimme a book 'bout creepy spells,
and an Altar full of Tools,
and I'll be a happy hexer,
a 'witch' among toadstools.
And if my spells don't ever work,
don't care a whit about that,
they make for thrilling stories
on Messenger and Chat.
Don't wanna know 'bout Goddess stuff
and astrological nodes,
'cause it's far more giggly fun
turning boyfriends into toads.
Gimme a dark ole banishing spell
and one to bring me love,
and I'll be in witchy heaven,
grinning to stars above.
Gimme a Book of Shadows
and I will be like Buffy,
just out there chasing demons,
quite pleased with being fluffy.


Author's Notes: A tribute, with tongue-in-cheek, to all the witchy kids out there, being happily fluffy on thousands of Google and Yahoo groups... instead of doing drugs. A high-five to all the fluffbunnies, and, of course, 'Hugz'. We do tend to take ourselves a bit too seriously.