The Shark-infested Handbag
Betrayed by movements in the dark
I sensed she was another shark
And blind with lust for blood
To wallow in as mud
For flesh to rend with razor teeth
For tenderloin as bought from Leith
And nipped before the bud
And so I made to leave her bed
And sensed the pillows' turning red
So blind with lust for gore
To bathe in, as before
I got to know her, on a bus,
That never left the terminus
As we made love the more
And then! Oh, solemn interlude
As we were spotted in the nude
By one whose taste for rotting meat
And savour for a winding sheet
Make friends for life
Envoi
If a mate you'll take to bed,
Let your lust be hallowèd
Else all your efforts be in vain
And you shall have to start again
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 12th August 2005 by Apsley. |