Delta40
11-04-2010, 06:08 PM
He saw himself as the salvation
of fallen women;
those soft, child like beings in need
of the relief from healing hands.
The reverend was eaten by a performing lion
before he could convince the church
he had been stiffed by photographic evidence.
She wrote the book of
Prophecy or the Rare and Wonderful Doctrine.
It contained the cure for
Glimmering of the gizzard
Quavering of the kidneys
and the Wombling trot.
Her street corner antics
became her dead end.
He had one pox
and one clap too many.
Thankfully his spanish dwarf
and dog Fartleberry
helped make spoil of young maidens
who hoped to advance themselves.
Finally his pustules exploded.
She drowned in the humdrum
of domestic existence.
A Canterbury shoemaker
was no match for her.
Debauched and working the street,
she relieved gentlemen and scoundrels.
The Old Bailey had no patience.
Loneliness and hunger
plunged him into self-pity
when his works were not authenticated.
He destroyed his masterful forgeries
and took a dose of arsenic
reserved for the gigantic rats
who infested his attic.
She rendered her husband impotent
by means of hocus-pocus.
Justice found her in a gutter
outside a public house.
Her throat was slashed and a half sovereign
stuck between her teeth.
A fitting end for any blackmailer.
Accused of wizardry,
The court found he had made a deal
with the devil rather than with God.
He was bound and wrapped in the same way
as his own countless victims
and lay gently in the river.
He floated like every poor woman before him.
Thus his fate was sealed.
The cramp, the Stitch
The Squirt, the Itch
The Gout the Stone the Pox
The Mulligrub, The Bonny Scrubs
And all Pandora's Box
earned her a hanging at Tyburn
of fallen women;
those soft, child like beings in need
of the relief from healing hands.
The reverend was eaten by a performing lion
before he could convince the church
he had been stiffed by photographic evidence.
She wrote the book of
Prophecy or the Rare and Wonderful Doctrine.
It contained the cure for
Glimmering of the gizzard
Quavering of the kidneys
and the Wombling trot.
Her street corner antics
became her dead end.
He had one pox
and one clap too many.
Thankfully his spanish dwarf
and dog Fartleberry
helped make spoil of young maidens
who hoped to advance themselves.
Finally his pustules exploded.
She drowned in the humdrum
of domestic existence.
A Canterbury shoemaker
was no match for her.
Debauched and working the street,
she relieved gentlemen and scoundrels.
The Old Bailey had no patience.
Loneliness and hunger
plunged him into self-pity
when his works were not authenticated.
He destroyed his masterful forgeries
and took a dose of arsenic
reserved for the gigantic rats
who infested his attic.
She rendered her husband impotent
by means of hocus-pocus.
Justice found her in a gutter
outside a public house.
Her throat was slashed and a half sovereign
stuck between her teeth.
A fitting end for any blackmailer.
Accused of wizardry,
The court found he had made a deal
with the devil rather than with God.
He was bound and wrapped in the same way
as his own countless victims
and lay gently in the river.
He floated like every poor woman before him.
Thus his fate was sealed.
The cramp, the Stitch
The Squirt, the Itch
The Gout the Stone the Pox
The Mulligrub, The Bonny Scrubs
And all Pandora's Box
earned her a hanging at Tyburn