(DISCLAIMER: This is a joke. It is NOT real.) A sprig of mint leaf, A fraction of twine, Remain not in disbelief, Drink this potiony brine, In thy grief, get in line, and buy what you need most: a needle of pine! Then mix them all in a cauldron so deep, upon the hill that is the steepest of steep, and let the mixture seep and seep, until it falls into a liquidy sleep! Now in thy haste, recieve revenge's sweet taste!
