So you want to make a potion of evil rage,

That can make blind kittens break out of a mithril cage,

Get a caldron black and cold,

Throw in 2 tea spoons of mold,

Put the caldron over flame,

Add 10 cups of acid rain,

Crush boar tusk and wear wolf claw,

With a tooth from a sea serpent’s jaw,

Mix it up and throw it in,

Get a mixing stick out of a bin,

Strew it, strew it, hey ha ho,

Strew it, strew it, until I say so,

Get a minion to add sulfur, dragon poo, with a tint of salt,

If it blows it’s entirely his fault,

Get 2 pickled salamanders,

From red witch venders,

Or buy it for 30 gold on e-bay,

There is a sale every Thursday,

Throw the salamanders in with the jar,

Add liquor from an orc bar,

Mix troll skin with crushed turtle spine,

And chimera horn with a melon rind,

Put in the stomach acid of a purple poca-doted Mongolian death worm,

If don’t want to trap 1 go the city and find an half-orc named borm,

He can lead to a worm corps for a cookie or a few coppers,

Add in new born fresh forest gnoppers,

Mix manticore stinger a raging deathocornes eye,

And green goblin giblets, with a wing of a hell fly,

Take your mixing stick and strew, and strew,

Until the ingredients are in a blur,

Then shout the spell from page 64,

From the spell book “the sorcery door”,

Scope some in to a vessel and hold it steady,

And now your potion is almost ready,

But test it no bigger then a mouse or rat,

It can leave a bad stain on your cloak or hat,

It makes both man and beast insane,

Covering them in rage and pain,

Be carful

    This was my second  poem mostly a joke as you can tell.