Long ago, in the days of old
there lived a wizard in a lamp of gold
he longed to be out in the open
but cursed he was, to serve the humans
rub the lamp, three times over
three wishes and he’ll grant your favour
first wish, was for a pretty thing
that I could look at for eternity
second wish was for an honest friend
that I could trust blindly without amend
third wish was for a feisty cougar
but with teeth like a small furry mammal
with whatever power that he could muster
he conjured for me, quite the big surprise
It turned out that the wizard lied
and his abilities were under-hyped
every wish that I asked for
was combined into a girlfriend
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