As per Madame Zulu

Split a chicken's heart in two, pin it with nine needles,
wet with whiskey, set afire.
Spire three dung beetles.

Bundle up sweet bugle, periwinkle, bind with twine,
bury in a shallow hole
with badger bones and pine.

Every day at half past seven, smoke a clove cigar.
Burn a black wax candle in a bottle pocked with tar.

Concoct a crock of cow tongue, honey,
cool, consume the contents.
You'll have good luck in love and money --
none of this is nonsense.

K.R. Copeland

If you have any comments on this poem, K.R. Copeland would be pleased to hear them.

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