Godessa Gosh: ©©© I’m— “Godessa Gosh,” enchanted. In my hand, I hold— a potion sold, “as good as gold.” Once drunken, it turns, “How you’ve been?”— into what you become, I hum ... Athirst, I drunk— and then thunk, “What am I?” “I’m a witch”— with gentle pitch. I can conjure— almost any cure... As my heart lingers, I can snap my fingers— and can procure— an elixir...