THE WITCH WHO COULDN'T SPELL Now this is the story of Titch,
A young witch,
Who had a deep-rooted and so scratchy itch to zoom into space and to gather bright stars and carry them home in large glittery jars.
A star-seeker witch was the best job by far,
As magic is made from the dust of a star.
But though Titch could fly just as if she had wings,
She struggled with spelling the simplest things.
Though Titch had the spellbooks,
The hat and the wand,
A tiny black cat and a toad from the pond.
Her potions were rubbish.
Her hexes were worse.
She battled to conjure a jinx or a curse.
In each of her classes the high witch would yell,
My goodness,
Oh gracious Titch,
Why can't you spell?
You're a wonderful flyer.
You seem very bright.
But it seems that you can't get a single spell right.
Do you feel there's a problem here?
What can we do?
And Titch said,
There's something I have to tell you.
Reading takes effort.
My brain starts to glitch.
I think I must be the most terrible witch.
The letters and words start to shake in my book.
They bump and they shove on the page when I look.
The high witch said helpfully,
It would appear you have a mild case of dyshexia,
Dear.
No matter,
She said,
As we Titch's face fell,
There must be a way we can teach you to spell.
This all makes such sense now,
The little witch thought.
Then,
I've got it,
Titch shouted,
The way to be taught.
Rather than reading the spells in my head,
It'll help if the text can be read out instead.
I may not be able to spell well just yet,
But tactics and practice will help me,
I bet.
We Titch,
As it turned out,
Had not got it wrong.
With practice and tactics,
It didn't take long.
She soon owned the skill set to vanish a cat and transform a toad to a miniature bat.
She made sofas vanish,
A comfortable chair,
And floated the whole of her class in the air.
Then came the day that Titch truly had feared.
The morning of final exams soon appeared.
The tests had been written,
But not for our Titch.
She had them read out by the noble high witch.
And when it was over,
They all made a fuss,
As Titch,
The young witch,
Had achieved an A+.
She earned her position that very same year at Starseeker School for her chosen career.
Her first solo mission,
Titch sideswooped a plane.
She wiped out a snowfall and wintry rain.
She zoomed on her broom to the red planet Mars and brought home some truly magnificent stars.
Of all the Starseekers,
We Titch was the best.
She'd worked so much harder than all of the rest.
Though Titch had her problems,
She'd managed them well.
Not bad for a witch who once struggled to spell.
The end.
