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by Lunaria
Fisherman and Knight Stumbling along Swiggin off flask Roarin out song Dark figure appears Gives a crook of her finger "What's this?" thinks the Knight "A Babajaga ringer?" Fisherman peers Gives a hiccup or two Sez "ooh babe yer hot" "Wanna taste of my brew?" Dark figure she smiles With a hand on her hip Green hair becomes flame Knight bites on his lip Knight elbows the Human "She doth appear pleasing" "Perhaps we might share The rites of the season?" Fisherman nods And stumbles on towards her She takes a step back and beckons them southward Quickly glancing around "No one must see! They lurch to the Tor For a quickie or three What happened next No one really knows About the two goats in rut And the witch in repose Take turns, and share? Or take her at once? Were they kind and considerate? Or sneering when done? All that we know Bout this evening of vice Is twins were conceived Neither dad has been nice The fisherman fishes Knight he feigns shock That any would think He'd partake in "such rot" But goatish ways Aren't oft forgotten His leering pomposity Spells Honour turned rotten <-- Back to Poetry
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