"The Ban"
Yes, Oh! I draw pon a dull hotly baited breath
a moment’s glimpse enticed ta throbbing
sedation temptations tongue goth ever so stealth
entranced in gallows of weeping willows
boding fairly n cruelty’s dimensions
do I Yes Oh! I
Remember The Ban
I wept greatly
Oh! The Ban
The precipice stock of rooster’s cock pon a cat’s clock
twas strict vacant however wisps perishing trees
dour with all thy simplest sincerities
barren as an impaled victory
her kisses touch sweet from realities dour
Twas the nigh indicative ceremoniously
Whereupon ball fall for clucks towering square
do we sit Yes Oh! we sit in behest
my sol-companion and I
Bell fest to a stupor passion imprisoned
Oh! Yes We
Recall The Ban
O wretched indebted longing
I shan't Weep forthwith bitterly ever-so slightly
her skirts trussed up veil briefly witness hot pale thighs
A vision trance neath the moon’s light
Oh! Yes I
Morbidly Wept A luminous rue of Splendor Magics
Such a pale blush gale Ta Beheld!
Till eidolon opens gates crotches
bleeding coming a’morrow morning
Await the draperies of Le Jour Se Leve
evermore to levy into this fluidity
bound and gagging tis bosom buxom beauty
I shan't be distracted and shan’t weep
moveover Our nude bodies slumbered
Fore The Ban We Endured
most ever so courageously
Oh! Yes I
Remember
The Ban
