Saturday, June 13, 2009

Still, the wanting comes in waves...

My true love went riding out
in white and green and grey...
Past the pale of Offa's wall,
where she was wont to stray...

And there she came upon
a white and wounded faun,
singing, "Oh, the hazards of love!"

She, being full of charity,
a credit to her sex,
sought to right the beast's hind legs,
when here her plans were vexed.

The Taiga shifted strange,
the beast began to change...
singing, "Oh, the hazards of love!"

You'll learn soon enough...
the prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone.

Margaret heaves a sigh,
her hands clasped to her thigh,
singing, "Oh, the hazards of love!"

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M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...