If into your drink you should happen to stare,
and back, from the cup, get an answering glare
as you quaff your refreshment, you'd better beware:
the effects may be more than exciting.
The brew that you drink might have thoughts of its own.
The last one who tried it fell down with a groan;
it felt, so he said, like he'd swallowed a stone;
from his guts came the clangor of fighting.
The internal struggle near tore him in two:
his complexion took on a cerulean hue,
and his actions were slowed as though moving through glue,
and the hair in his nose kept igniting.