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There once was a young mage named Raymond,
Who wanted to evoke a daemon.
He forgot to complete
The circle round his feet,
Now he timeshares his hiney with Paimon.
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There once was a Golem in Prague,
He was made from stuff found in a bog.
He wasn't too neat
Or quick on his feet,
But boy could he eat like a hog
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There was a young lady from Oregon,
Who wanted to invoke the Morrigan.
She created a storm
That was so beyond norm,
She decided to be just a whore again
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There once was a ravenous Wiccan,
Who had slippers just perfect for 'clickin'
She lived out in the sticks,
So she gave them three clicks,
And woke up in Kentucky Fried Chicken.
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If you study strange rites from the past,
Please try them, and have a blast,
But beware! What devours
Those seeking great powers,
Will always be close on your ass.
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There once was a Magus in France,
Who thought he had magical pants.
He kept very tight-lipped
'Bout how oft they unzipped,
After he asked the young maidens to dance.
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There once was a Mage from the sticks,
Who liked to compose limericks.
But he failed at the sport
'Cuz he wrote them too short.
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Perdurabo was a helluva mage
Who drove his competitors to rage.
They called him perplexed,
But unlike those he vexed,
He still seems to stand up with age.
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