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