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