Winter Adventure

"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble."
Quox from Shakespeare
The man who startles,
With his chefs-d'oeu·vres.
Here i cipher,
Though one might consider,
"Boring winter",
The only thought I harbour?
No, my answer.
I ain't no master,
Who holds the letters,
To the chamber,
Of poetry writers.
So here's ma battle,
With the 10-word riddle.
Never eu'd figure,
A 'Royal Rumble',
With a probable double.
Double trouble,
Sounds familar.
Like how kongg said god stole the thunder,
And placed it on the thighs of some people.
Not like what he said matters,
But that does simmer,
What i ponder.
And now i wonder,
There wasn't even a double.
So cauldron bubble,
It's meant for happy people?