How to Boil your Spouse

Cauldron boil, cauldron bubble,
Give my husband extra trouble!
If he cannot allow me free,
A sorry life to him shall be!

With spiders whole, alive and plump,
I turn them loose upon his rump!
A leaky faucet, set to drip,
Disturb his ears, and make him spit!

From Percival, great grey familiar,
A fluff of fur, parade and purr,
To make him sneeze, and wheeze, and gasp,
And loose his voice to quiet rasp.

Three children’s giggles, two barking rugs,
Extra flowers, and one large hug,
Insert with care, proceed to stir,
One tiny mouse, quiet, demur.

A drop of happiness for sizzle,
To give his life an extra frizzle.
Boil until the lot’s on fire;
Singe upon your heart’s desire.

Spread it lightly on his toast
Without jest, or brag, or boast.
Watch him turn into a toad;
Then with the trash, take out the load!