Stratford-upon-Avon is were I've been
To a quaint little place called the Creaky Cauldron
On Henley street is where it sits
As if back in time that's were It is
As you walk in, to this sweet shop surprise
With magic in the air and spiritual eyes
There's lots to be seen deep inside
Of this magical shop from days gone by
There's magic wands to catch you eye
And potion mixed to change your live
A book of spells, charms and myths
Within this porthole of time that excised
With all the magic in the air
A thirst you may get but don't despair
There's Butter Beer and Cauldron cake
To keep you going for what awaits
For at the foot of these steep stairs
Awaits a Museum that will stand your hair
With Witchcraft and Ghouls to make you shake
And frightening encounters to make you quake
The strongest thing that you will feel
Is the energy of a man that ill reveal
He lives and breaths this magical shop
Without his presence it would be forgot
Now David Mathews is his name
With out him there it's not the same
The Creaky cauldron is what he breaths
He lives this shop that's what he is
by Kevin Glenn
03-10-2010
kevin glenn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creaky-cauldron/
