CUALDRONS BREW Hubble-bubble toil and strife,
One toad’s leg, a cub of ice,
Spiders web, long black hear,
Splinter from a broken chair.
Lemon zest a pinch of charm,
Walnut shell keeps it calm,
Where’s that book think again?
That will do a ball and chain.
Dry mixed herbs add some spice,
Not to much just keep it right,
Fingernail cutting and some bone,
Just a little rope from Rome.
Bring to boil add the glue,
Stir it twice then let it brew,
Give two hours mould with hands,
Wave my wand, one turn around.
Whisper gentle chant of love,
Ask for passion from above,
Clap of thunder roar and shout,
It’s all done a wife pops out.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
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