"The Wizard" Thousands of books A myriad of spells; From numerous tomes, Potions and salves. The study is cluttered The library a mess. Sparks from the hearth Are a constant risk. I can't find my wand Or spellbook half the time. But when it comes to casting, I've a few tricks in mind. I don't wear armor And can't wield a sword worth a damn. My horseback riding is hopeless And it's obvious I'm no strongman. But don't slight my youth Or think me nieve. I may be new to the wizarding thing But I wasn't born last eve. I've learned a thing or two From growing up on the street I know a lot more than I let on About the "betters" I meet. I'm not perfect And my spells need work. An acid splash once got away, Acid arrows once went berzerk. But don't sell me short, Just watch my works. Enjoy the benefits. Please ignore my quirks.