Daily Porkish
Pork, to sample - on a spoon
Beyond the law's regard
And beneath a perfect moon
Within a perfect yard
How often, as the inches grip
Do witches in the noonlight skip
Scarcely ever, by the Rood!
Though not for want of lust
Or lack of appetising food
Compounded by disgust
How seldom, as the barn-owl flits,
Do witches fly to far St Kitts
Almost never, by mine hand!
They do not care to roam
Beneath the sea, across the land
Or in the path of brome,
How frequently do folk espy
Warlocks baked in a wholesome pie?
Contributors: | Apsley, olaf, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 16th March 2007 by olaf. |