Magnificent Brew Master
She was a magnificent brew master, few had her talent or skill.
She liked to stir in pieces of beasts and creatures with dill.
We could smell the cloves and sage when we opened the door.
Greetings! She said with a hoarse laugh. We welcome you four!
I had brought three friends, for I was scared out of my wits.
She was the kind of woman who tore dragons and lizards to bits.
Can you loan me a hand, dearie? She asked, getting into my face.
I ran away so fast, I left my friends flat, I was on a tight race.
My friend Igor screamed and tried to catch up with me.
He ended up tripping over a lace and falling on his right knee.
I’ll get that! Said the brew master. She picked him up in a huge scoop.
He was screaming like a banshee when I ran past the chicken coop.
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