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It was a quaint little shop



Looking strangely out of place



And the owner was a hermit



With a crinkled young old face.



 



He was a man of distinction



Of health hearty and hale,



Had looked a Haggis in the 



Eye and lived to tell the tale.



He had lived with a mermaid



Having found her in distress



Nursed her back to health 



To become his new mistress.



He had sailed the seven seas,



Served with a Samurai band,



Been a leading Ronin before



Sailing away for Samarkand



 



He had awoken the Kraken



Then, before it was too late



Quietly swum away to avoid



A somewhat gruesome fate.



He had hunted with Vampires



But only on those darkest nights



For they'd had to be recoffined



Before any sign of daylight.



The werewolves of Carpathia



Had taught him transfiguration



A secret he'd long discarded



Once he'd left that roving nation.



 



Bareback ridden a unicorn



Learned all its Pan Pipe skill;



Sometimes early on cold dark 



Mornings he would play it still.



He didn't believe in Faeries.



Didn't like to fantasise,



Only believed in those things



He'd seen with his naked eyes.



I left him making a Herbal tea



Said I didn't quite know when



But the very next time I passed 



I'd pop in and see him again.



 



I shouted my goodbyes



As he worked away inside



And I eagerly continued on



My Magic Carpet ride.




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