The Potion
Livvy Armstrong
My cauldron is as black as soot,
It is fragile like a book,
Crooked handle, covered in rust,
And on it is a lot of dust.
In it I shall put:
An ogre’s foot,
A pirate’s loot,
An old leather Viking boot,
A star’s shimmer,
The ocean’s glimmer,
A phoenix feather,
Some sunny weather,
A happiness bottle,
An axolotl.
I’ll stir and stir,
Then add some fur,
I watch it sizzle,
Froth and fizzle.
Into a bottle it was poured.