Bend them like couplets

There once was a film hexed by magic ethereal
yet concretely unleashed by a nose very twicha-el.
Nicole K. and Will F.
Of charm are beref:
We can blame this whole mess on a very old serial.

"Bewitched," the flick's called, and cursed by a plot
that's so bad that to ignore it we ought.
It's terrible, natch,
'cept when Shirl MacLaine ope's her hatch,
And then, holy smokes, but I like it a lot.

MacLaine's the cantankerous mom of the bride;
Her spell sends me off to heav'n (having died).
Endora, Endora,
Oh hot stuff you are-a.
(Is my thing for older chicks coming to the fore-a?)

She's 71, that scene-stealing hot stuff,
Pal of homos, she's still a toughie and buff.
All witches are bi,
Past lives are no lie,
And "Children's Hour" (sorta) broke the mold for dyke stuff.

Yet the movie "Bewitched" is so darned straight;
Endora's the camp, the rest just the freight.
No tip of the hat
to Dick Sargent or brat --
Praise Agnes Moorehead for her grumpy act's trait.

For yay, the original Endora was a great big ole dyke,
Tho' many marriages to guys did she like.
Back in the day
To be out was no way,
And Hollywood pervs balanced pay cheque with their psych'.

Moorehead worked with Welles on so much,
Orson's Ambersons and Kane helped her touch
The top of the heap.
Tho' oft' cast as a creep,
Aggie was maybe a little bit butch.

She took lesbo roles, like Mamie Stover's revolt,
Though directors neutered the gay jolt.
And in the 'licious "Caged"
Girl prisoners did she page.
Er, methinks that's enough, now I bolt.