Boggety Beer (Halloween Poem Challenge, Day 2)

Boggety Beer

Dear Aunt Fogget wasn’t much of a cook

Nor an advocate of fancy recipe books

But if you ever fell ill there’d be much to fear

For she’d make you a beaker of Boggety Beer.

She’d ready the pot and fire the stove

And throw in a whopping bundle of clove.

“It’ll clear that cold up!” she’d chortle and beam

And in minutes the kitchen would fill with steam.

Then out would come the containers and jars

Filled with vegetables I found truly bizarre.

She’d shout their names as she tossed them in

Snipperbit! Gobblesnook!

And Yellow-Spotted Dibberdin.

Next she’d give the mix a taste

Before flying to the cabinet with unruly haste.

Out came the spices – hot as dragon’s fire

Nipper Bane!

Boggle Root!

A pinch of Miggen Mire.

“Almost done!” she’d chime with delight

And I’d feel my face turn ghastly white.

I knew then there was much to fear

For I’d have to drink Aunt Fogget’s Boggety Beer.

About the Poem

Hey guys,

So back in college I wrote some poems for an elective assignment. This one was inspired by hedge witches and my love of making up silly words. (Also by growing up in a half-Indian family, because we put cloves in practically everything.)

Have you written a fallish or Halloweenish poem? I’d love to read it! Also be sure to visit InSaif Ali on Unsplash for more beautiful photography.