From Macbeth, more or less, With apologies, as you might guess.

Hi everyone,

I don’t usually post on my blog twice in the same day, but it IS Halloween. Here’s another one from the files.

A dark Kitchen. In the middle, a crock pot boiling. Thunder.
Enter three Witches.

Witch 1
Thrice the aged cabbage stewed.

Witch 2
Thrice and once, the children whin’d.

Witch 3
Mothers cackle, “’tis time! ‘tis time!”

Witch 1
Round about the crock pot go,
In the blackened mushrooms throw,
Radish slickening long alone,
Pork decaying off the bone,
Swelter’d squashes border rot,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!

All
Double, double toil and trouble,
Children quake, and crock pot bubble.

Witch 2
Fling a maggoty bloody steak
Into the crock pot, boil and bake
Eye of potato, tongue of frog,
Stinking spinach, howl of dog,
Cauliflower old since spring,
Cold forsaken chicken wing
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like devil-broth boil and bubble.

All
Double, double toil and trouble,
Children quake, and crock pot bubble.

Witch 3
Rancid fish which time has come,
Worm of apple, mush-gone plum,
Green mold bread hard as bark,
Gooseberries plucked i’ the dark,
Something brackish, something phew,
Dump them all in ghoulish stew.
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse – 
If you have them, chicken lips –
Celery six months past its prime,
Lima beans gone chartreuse slime,
Of freezer burned, throw in the lot,
Adds mystery to the pot.
Screech and cackle, watch it thicken,
He who eats it shall be stricken.

All
Double, double toil and trouble,
Children quake, and crock pot bubble.

Witch 2
Fill their bowls with spoon of wood,
And now the charm is firm and good. 

(c) 2015 David L. Harrison