Brews

She wanted to cast a spell
But she had bad vision
No glasses
Even  big books, big prints
She could hardly read
Even as closely as she looked
And knew not how to spell.
So impossible to go by the books
As around the shelves  
For potions she looked
Those by heart - and by colors she knew
And chose that option
Her mix to brew.
Clumsy as she was
A bottle hit the ground, then two
So her travail even more difficult
It became
She could hear her teacher's
Lament and refrain
Telling her that  she should quit
And be done with it
For all her works  were in vain
And not worth all  the pain.
But of a sudden, a wonder
A lucky mix, the brew was fixed
The spell was cast,
Her rival would end up in hell
And not be missed.