Witchcraft Tells The Tale Too Well Poem by John W. McEwers

Bubble, bubble, boil and bubble
You are the cause of my toil and trouble.
A dash of toad's feet
A sprinkle of cow meat
Four whole horse's hoofs
And a soiled bed sheet.
Put them in your cauldron and then bring it to a simmer
Turn the lights bright then turn them down dimmer.
Distribute it in bowls and then serve them for dinner.
If you're sick in the morning you are surely a sinner.
If you knew how I felt you could skip the whole process
It's the nausea I want for you, witchcraft's just excess.