Every year poet Laynie Browne sends out a Valentine poem composed by her sons Benjamin and Jacob Davidson (now 10 and 8 years old respectively). I thought this year's was wonderfully Gothic. Velvet Fever
My ice is rattling like rice bones
The star of pey
The kale was a cake and it was frozen
My homework folder got the Velvet Fever
By eating evil snowmen and kissing bunny Bunkin's nose
But Bunkin never got fluff or fever
Velvet Fever reaction:
Your hair turns into razor blades
Your pencils turn into cheese when you touch them
Your hands and feet turn into empty velvet husks
Fluffily scales appear on your eyelids
Your eyes turn into green marbles
Your voice little like a pea
The taste in your mouth is grape lemonade grasshoppers
When you close your eyes you see a labyrinth
You fall into a pool of velvet sleep
The cure the Velvet Fever:
For three weeks take out your potion
Only under moonlight
To make a potion
Brew three hours:
Liquid book
apple husks
phoenix tears
pickle juice
itchy bottle tops
Pour into a glass of midnight
It looks like a pitch black frog
Take 3 drops per day until healed
Then go to the Velvet Theater and watch a show.
It's all in the transformation, isn't it? I don't know about you, but I seem to need reminding.
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