Rosi Winning Entry

Can you guess what's in my pot?
I have brewed it steaming hot.
In it is a curious herb,
Why, young Mistican, do you seem so perturbed?

Oh Zulime, make me a brew,
Or a poppet, maybe two.
Look behind her glasses, if you dare,
And feel the power of a belragoth's stare!

Don't come to her, late at night,
Or you'll get quite a nasty fright.
Lanturnaucht candy she does not give,
But if you escape her, maybe you'll live!

Oh, Zulime, mix me a brew,
Or a poppet, maybe two.
Look behind her glasses, if you dare,
And feel the power of a belragoth's stare!