I’m an orange toadstool, dotted white on top
Growing amongst the autumn leaves, in a vacant plot
Perhaps a witch may pick me, and add me to her brew
With eye of newt and toe of frog, she’ll cast a spell or two
A secret lies within me, I’m poison through and through
So touch me at your peril, I’ll be the death of you
(Photographed close to Jenny’s work place)
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