The Bubbling Caldron
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Olive Rayner, Grade 4, Kurwongbah State School
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Poetry
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2014
Excellence Award in the 'Write As Rain 2014' competition
The bubbling caldron tarnished and grey,
It stands day to night, waiting to play.
Throw in the trunk of a Binga-bong tree,
Toss in a bug and some eyeballs, three,
And hey! Presto! What have you got?
Glowing blue smoke from the grubby old pot!
See the bubbling froth, inside the caldron,
In a big, black suit comes Mr.Waldron,
He slips, and he slops, and inside the pot,
He falls in the misty blue slime with a plop!
Now the witch came along in her foul-smelling cloak,
She chanted mysterious words with a croak,
“Azinga, Azunga! I shall make up a spell!”
And the bubbling old caldron started to smell,
There was nothing left of Mr.Waldron you see,
Just a small, little bucket of helpless warm wee!