Amping up a lamp with rubadub and easy grin

(Poof!)

A puff of smoke that coalesced into a kickass Djinn.

My wish list is imagined for what seems an easy win.

“Three wishes, three commands” exclaimed the energetic Djinn.

“Then cook me up a lass,” I ask, “A body built for sin!”

(Poof!)

“Alas, the sin is Gluttony,” replied the pranking Djinn.

“I better be more careful,” I intoned with some chagrin,

“So, second wish: Ten Million Bucks,” I told the eager Djinn.

(Poof!)

Ten Million pairs of pants appeared. I groaned, my patience thin.

“Last wish: Just make me happy,” I implored the wayward Djinn.

(Poof!)

And Gary disappeared like calamari on a wharf

And in his place stood Happy, who is Snow White’s Seventh Dwarf.