Round About the Cauldron Go

A quirky re-do of the poem in Macbeth about the three witches and their awful brew.

First Witch
Round about the cauldron go,
In the possum roadkill throw.
Into the ground, dug down deep,
From the cauldron blood will seep.
Throat of fly and bone of beetle,
Brain of suicide from the steeple.

All
Triple, triple, drool and dribble!
Lettuce choke and sickly sniffle!

Second Witch
Filet of a grody toad,
Shrimp entrail a la mode.
Kitten veins and salmonella,
Slimy algae from an old umbrella.
Sweaty clown makeup and salty tears,
Scent of all your scariest fears.
Marys eyes and Josephs feet,
Athletes foot sure does taste sweet.

All
Triple, triple, drool and dribble!
Lettuce choke and sickly sniffle!

Third Witch
Moldy cheese from catfish milk,
Guts from worms that've eaten silk.
Lice filled hair and sandy eyes,
A lovers long, deceitful lies.
All these sick things are as one,
Into our cauldron,
Now its done!

All
Triple, triple, drool and dribble!
Lettuce choke and sickly sniffle!