An incantation whizzes through the sky
A spell is uttered to make brooms fly
Magi mumble magic, miracles manifest
Giant balls of magic energy are coalesced.
A pixie flutters to and fro, magic spells abounding
I stand in the midst of this magical surrounding.
The students have grown into wizards and witches
Capable from calling lightning to healing stitches.
As professor of this college, I have secrets to hold
And one can't be revealed for all the gold
The university's crest, the magic skills
Seeing it sometimes scares but thrills
My secret is dark, it's so tragic
It's that I have an allergy to magic
What can be done when magic makes you sneeze
And makes you fall down on your knees?
And writhe in pain, and make headaches arise
And get red patches in your eyes
I don't know how I became professor here
When magic makes me shed a tear
It goes on, here, life is hell
When you can't even handle a spell
A spell whizzes past me, I shed a tear
What the heck am I doing here?!
I scream "I'm going!" and run to the gate
My temperature feels like 108.
My stomach aches, the gatekeepers stand
Staring at my lachrymal gland.
" I quit!" I scream, and with raging ire
My headaches burn like a blazing fire
Writhing on the ground, I see a face
And feel the school nurse's calming embrace
Now taken the pills, I teach spells to a kid
My allergies to magic permanently rid.
(And nobody knows except for the gatekeepers, a few students and the nurse!)
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