David Lewis Paget
The Wizard Of Did! - Poem by David Lewis Paget
I have a man with a pointy hat
Lives under my desktop lid,
He came for muffins and jam, and that,
I call the Wizard of Did,
His beard got caught when the lid came down
So I had to trim it back,
But he says it's comfy and warm in there
So he's turned it into a flat.
I thought at first I would charge him rent
But he wasn't too keen on that,
So I suggested a garden tent
And he said he'd pass the hat.
I'd try to type in the early hours
But he'd bang up under the lid,
‘How can I get my beauty sleep, '
He said, the Wizard of Did.
‘You're going to have to pay your way, '
I said, ‘It's not for free,
‘You'd better come up with something good
That's of some use to me.'
‘You say you struggle for plots, ' he said,
‘Well I can help with those,
‘I'm full of people I want to be,
I just need different clothes.'
The Wizard was as good as his word
He'd pop up now and then,
Whenever I'd sit and scratch my head
He'd mention Holy men,
Then march along the top of the desk
With mitre, staff and cross,
And make me kiss the pontiff's ring
On the eve of Pentecost.
He'd play the role of a murderer,
He'd play the role of a clown,
He'd play an old sheep herder-er
With a crook in a shepherd's gown,
He'd pop up with a pirate's patch
And tinkle pieces of eight,
Or keep me longing for Molly Brown
When my ship came in too late.
Whenever I sat there at a loss
For a line, a rhyme, a verse,
He'd throw a bag on the table top
And say, ‘Now pick a curse! '
He'd turn mine into a haunted house
And he'd stalk me in the gloom,
And have me making a pact with Faust
In a dark and lonely tomb.
And now when I think my muse has gone
That my stories have been spent,
I tap-tap-tap on the table top
And he says, ‘You must repent!
I'm not a bottomless pit, you know, '
Climbs in, and closes the lid,
I say, ‘You promised a constant flow, '
And he groans, ‘I know… I Did! '
19 December 2014
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