Grandfather took
his
fun,
Rolled in all manner of hay;
Father could bell the cat
But died of seeing it done;
I keep the beast at bay
With a safety razor, at that!
Having no child or wife,
Sin or superfluous hair,
I live by the Golden Rule.
And every day of my life
I think of that sinful pair
And curse myself for a fool.
DRAGON MUSIC
No other man makes love like you, she said:
His
blood escaped in panic from her wound;
Through the dear mouth a dragon panted flame,
It lit the ancient treasures in the mound,
It tore him in four pieces in the bed-
No other lover, she said, was quite the same!
She did not see them there, the four men all
Wound in her arms, sharing his startled eyes:
Cocksure the Great Seducer crowed his song;
The virile bristles rustled down his thighs;
The golden feathers sprouted from his tail;
His heart's bronze warders smacked their mighty gong.
But the Slave's heart in that tremendous din
Burst counting the incredible troops of lust;
Her Old Boys' Union, with beer and hearty jokes
