The Webmistress's Spell

Thrice the confus'd newbie mew’d.
Thrice and once, the troll-pig whin’d.
Baker cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!

Round about the ideas go;
In the poison’d fishbones throw...
October, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Sweltering and unsleeping sprot,
Bun thou first o’ the charm'd lot!

Double, double toil and trouble;
Hallowe'en, the fishbones double

Bed of Ladder and of Snake,
Late at night [hidden_truths] bake;
Idea of newt, and none by [Frog],
Almost anything by [lostdog],
[egnor]'s stuff, and [normzone]'s things,
Banjo leg, [froglet]’s toe ring,
For a charm against powerful trouble,
Like a vichysoisse, boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Hallowe'en, the fishbones double

Scale of stupid; search for [wolf];
[futurebird]'s Mommy, more to gulp
After ponytail fastener'd [Sparki];
Someone digg’d us i' the dark, eh;
Brings a crowd of loud buffoons;
Some who fishbone Hullaballoon
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of [po], and [zen_tom]’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled newb
Ditch-deliver’d by YouTube
Make the bun-dough thick and slab:
Add thereto [Rods Tiger]'s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Hallowe'en, the fishbones double

Cool it with a newbie's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.