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\\
