Published online in The Haberdasher: Peddlers of Literary Art
The requirements were as follows:
Poem must be a spell with ingredients, a clearly stated purpose, and a chant of some type of magic wording.
Giggles of a girl,
snorts from a boy.
Baby hair so fine and a tiny child’s toy.
Mix these up in a pot full of lovin’ and say these words exactly
to get a bun in the oven.
“Sleep I sacrifice, I willingly forfeit this!
My waistline as well,
for the gift of bliss.”
Repeat these words thrice and a man then find. Attempt ye to woo him! Ye must be charming and kind!
With this spell ye shall have
Either a lass or a lad.
But be careful! Be wary! Ye must share with the Dad.