The Wizard’s Coffee Shop
There once was a wizard in strife
He fiercely loved his dear wife
If altruism is true
He shouldn’t be blue
He lived a beautiful life
There once was a place he could go
To get a hot cup of good Joe
The shop was closed down
Like a sad, sloppy clown
The agency said the public should know
The wizard started a new place
Then he put a big smile on his face
This would be a great shop
As long as people would stop
For his coffee in the coffee rat race
Stine Writing 
awesome poem! He sounds like my kinda wizard!
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