Note by Charmedaholic: This is my first and probably last post on ff.net, so go easy on the flames, people. And I don't own Charmed.sadly.(sniffles) God.If only I could meet them...ahh dreams hopefully will come true.I'm off to lala land!

Note by Duelist of the Sands: I happen not to be the writer of this poem.but I posted it.but all flames still go to her. (smiles sheepishly and points to the above name) But flame at your own risk.because the person who wrote this is 5'8" and adores Charmed more than you can imagine.she makes me tape the episodes! T_T My poor VCR. Anyways.R & R!

A Charming Hell

She headed up to the attic,

And got shocked by static.

Prue opened the Book of Shadows,

And looked for a spell...

And it sent her straight to Hell.

Piper heard her yell and scream,

And wasn't fond of the demon's scheme.

Phoebe tried to get a premonition,

And evil realized it had competition.

Cole appeared as Belthazor,

And screamed at Piper,

"You dirty whore!"

She froze him,

Punched him,

Knocked him in the balls,

And sent him flying through the walls.

And the Power of Three was screwed,

And good was gone and evil won.

Aww...too bad, hon!