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!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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