The Alchemist


The Alchemist

Came out of the mist;

He hadn’t been missed at all.
He changed his socks

Into golden locks

And grew up rather small.
It is the way of The Alchemist

To try and change one thing into another;

One day, he changed his sister into a brother.

In changing base metals into riches

He wasn’t all that good;

One day he turned into a petrol station

And someone looked under his hood.

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