A young wiccan, new to computers, was word-processing a spell but was unsure about the spelling of many words. So, as you do, she pressed SpellCheck with the following result.
Wicca followers heed the call,
Dancing deosil, never widdershins
As we worship ye old religion.
From the Grimoires magic true,
We find that we now have the runes
And the sigils that will bring power
To our Sabbats witching hour.
Await the goddess’s command,
Then cast your circle with athame
And with a censer burning vervain.
Throw your talisman into the fire,
And to you comes what you desire.
Then jump astride a besom firm
And ride until the talisman burn.
After SpellChecking –
Knicker followers heed the call,
Dancing docile, never widdling,
We worship a yelled religion
From the grim one’s magic true,
We find that we now have the runs
And the sickness that will bring power
To our sad bat’s twitching hour.
Await the goddess’s command,
Then cast your circle with shame
And with a sense of burning vermin.
Throw your tallest man into the fire,
And to you comes what you desire.
Then jump astride a bosom firm
And ride until the tallest man burn.
[ Well, it could be true [lol]]
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