Thursday, October 27, 2011

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I promise a better explanation soon.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Inquiry something or other

This one, for fulfillment: Like wine I am, with no alcohol; like a priest I am, with no faith or soul. Like the sun I am, with no light and no time; like a poet I am, with no reason or rhyme.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Potion One and potion Three hath poison none, as ye shall see
But drunk together, you will find, they'll quickly kill the human mind
Within this baker's dozen bottle-line, four have trace of vintage wine
Of which two are with poison, two without, and Two tastes quite like sauerkraut

Gorgon's blood fills bottle Eight - but right or left? You'll have to wait
And Six and Ten hold potent cures, but for what ailment no one's sure
One of the odds holds deadly venom, distilled only by juice of lemon
Which resides inside the neighbor of the drink that makes ye braver

Potion Seven's from the sink, mixed with arsenic, I should think
And potion Four can get you drunk, or sunk, or locked in a trunk
Eleven and Twelve are harmless, and tasty, like a pastry
Unless that was Thirteen, in which case, don't be hasty

Now look upon your thirteen choices,
Tell me with your eager voices
Choose three, leave ten, and split them up
One for your glass, one for mine, and one for the witchchilde's cup.