The Nutty Alchemist cleared his throat
As he began with his latest concoction
Into the pot he tumbled things
That he considered the best option
Beneath the surface of the boiling water
The contents were simmered and stirred
And he carefully watched as he gingerly mixed
And uttered his magical word

The pot rattled its chains that held it secure
Upon the old stone floor
As the blended punch within the pot
Altered its matter and state and more

The Nutty Alchemist watched with glee
As his concoction bubbled and burst
He cleared his throat and laughed out loud
And labelled his talents no longer cursed
Inside the pot with the colour of gold
The liquid was starting to set
So he spooned the contents into tins
Knowing he’d won his own silly bet!



Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day


  1. Trouble,trouble toil and trouble. That may not be how it goes. Been along time .

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    1. Hubble bubble springs to my mind, Beverly. It has been a while for me also! 😀



  2. Love the rhythm and rhyme in this.

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    1. Thanks, Eugenia! 😀

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  3. Jammy bugger!!! LoL!!! 🙂

    God Bless!


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    1. Exactly, Prenin… although it doesn’t actually say what he’d created – or what happened next! 😀

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