This is an odd poem, I actually quite like it though (Sorry KB_Champion, I used your title for a chapter name. I can change it if you want). It might have a few minor mistakes considering how early it was in the morning when I wrote this, just a word of warning. I hope you like it!

In my cauldron magic stirs
Adding a variety of animal furs.
Bubbling, boiling over the fire
The bubbles are now rising higher.

With a giant spoon I mix,
This lovely magic potion fix.
A rather unpleasant smell wafts out,
I continue to stir, my animals pout.

A dash of rattlesnake juice
The feather of a large goose,
A pinch of electric eel oil,
Now bring the pot to a boil.

Churning toxic goo,
My magical potion stew.The smell wafts through the room,
As I quickly mount my broom.

I fly through the sky,
Heaving a dramatic sigh;
At the witches grocery shop,
I had forgotten to grab the onion top.

Through the isles I push my cart
Potion making is a work of art.
Next time I'll make a list,
So no ingredients will be missed.