Pumpkin-Spiced Healing Potion

We're bleeding out, we're near the end

The cleric grins, Here's my perfect blend

He pulls a flask with pride and wit

This autumn brew will surely hit.

This pumpkin‑spiced healing potion tastes like shit

I'd rather die than take another sip of it

Nutmeg, clove, and cinnamon swirl

Why'd you make a latte in a dungeon world

The rogue is coughing, the fighter's down

The wizard's face is stuck in a frown

But the cleric just shakes his cup

Drink it fast, and you'll heal right up

This pumpkin‑spiced healing potion tastes like shit

I'd rather die than take another sip of it

Nutmeg, clove, and cinnamon swirl

Why'd you make a latte in a dungeon world

We begged for cure wounds, a holy prayer

Not pumpkin foam with whipped cream flair

The gods above must laugh and sneer

Why's every spell now flavored here

This pumpkin‑spiced healing potion tastes like shit

I'd rather die than take another sip of it

Nutmeg, clove, and cinnamon swirl

Why'd you make a latte in a dungeon world

So raise your mugs, oh basic crowd

With scarves and flannel, you'll shout out loud

In crypts and caverns, where death roams

Keep your pumpkin spice at home

This pumpkin‑spiced healing potion tastes like shit

Next time, cleric, just heal me a bit

No cinnamon swirls, no autumn cheer

Just holy healing - and keep it clear

If I fall again, don't make me choke

On pumpkin foam with a nutmeg cloak

Your "perfect blend" is a cursed affliction

I think you've got a fall addiction