Apparently I have got my posts mixed up again, this one should have been posted yesterday. However seeing as TV, hocus-pocus, and superstition are indistinguishable, I’ve put yesterdays on today. Besides today is Friday the 13th.

I don’t believe in superstition, walking under a black cat, seeing a ladder cross my path, or even 2 x 6.5 I do believe in magic though, so I’ve made up this little potion.

THE POTION.

Eyes of mole, wings of rat, brain of politician
I’m going to brew my own potion, to heal the worlds condition
I won’t add it to tins and bottles, or pour it in a lake
I won’t inject sausages, or bake it in a cake

Rocking horse manure, chickens teeth common sense of Trump
Stir it anti clockwise, with left hand, get rid of all the lumps
Add a footballers vocabulary, boil simmer and reduce
Just a tad of parking wardens conscience, ‘till consistency of mousse

It’s not anything I’d ask you to do , it’s no kind of voodoo
It might end up in a river If I flush it down the loo
So I’m going to eat this mix myself, then sit down on the floor
Then let the troubled world wash over me, just like billions more.

All words Meadowhead Bard.