Into the witches pot..

I'm brewing up a nasty spell, made with hate and kitty tails, a little piece of fairy wings, all the while i chant and sing. A shrunken head just because, maybe some troll bellybutton fuzz, a bit of this and a bit of that, all thrown in a boiling vat, a single females broken heart, the gas from a dragon's fart, why do i make this you ask? cause my in-laws are coming for breakfast.

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