The morose mage met the poor pauper suffering sleepless nights
since his shabby house had been targeted by termites.
He had little lucre or wits left but said he could afford about
a couple of copper coins if the conjurer could help him out.
The mage gestured and incanted, and motioned and chanted till
the termites tumbled from the house, obeying his will.
The house holder paid him saying “You rose to the occasion.”
To which the mage replied “It did not take much persuasion.”

Then there was the trouble with the jaded juvenile
whose fatigued father found entertaining him futile.
“If you can come up with an idea which proves to be a winner
then we would be willing to if you want to stay for dinner.”
The mage gestured and incanted, and motioned and chanted till
there were explosions, and lightshows, and fireworks to thrill
Later at dinner the father whispered “You’re a star.”
To which the mage replied, “They’re spells. That’s all they are.”

There was the raging river with a trader trying to get past
but who could not wade through as it was running too fast.
“If I am to sell anything I must fetch up at the fair.
If you can get me across then I will pay any fare.”
the mage gestured and incanted, and motioned and chanted till
the waters began to slow, and then they were still.
The man said as he paid, “That was just the job I confess.”
To which the mage simply replied “Yes.”