Sourpuss

¤ ‘Top a lemon tree, twiddling the stem, Of a ripening, juice-swollen gem, Clementine decked her- -Self in sticky nectar, And christened it “Crème de la Clem”. ¤ Hitherto had the hamlet suspected Clem Of lewd conduct with citrus in Bethlehem, But their slurs, she averted, And tartly asserted, “When life gives you lemons, have sex […]

Night Of The Loving Dead

♥ “It’s over” she croaked, choking back sallow tears, To her lover, aquiver with dread, “Your perversions have worsened, affirming my fears, I’ll enable you no further, Ned.” ♥ Brushing her cheek with his clammy, grey hands, Gently stroking her dull, thinning hair, Which promptly fell out into wet, moldered strands, As his eyes met her cold, lifeless stare. ♥ “Since last […]

Dwalin & Monche

♥ Dwalin stood dwarven, deformed and grotesque, Ever-bent by a hard, hamstrung hunch, Driven mad by implacable lust for burlesque, And a one-eyed, French flapper named Monche. ♥ The myopic madam, not without her charms, Bore a glass eye, white, rheumy and still, That reflected light onto her pustuled arms, Which she proudly would rupture at will. ♥ “Money up front, mon […]