There is gaiety
'mongst the laity
for the season is a spinnin'.
The priest can't hold
his pride or peace
amid such wanton sinnin'.
"Shame, shame,"
he thunders, "flames
shall burn you all to cinder!"
"Promise?" cried a bawdy wench.
"I'll need the heat
come winter."
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
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- Maude Lynn
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7 comments:
Tee hee. This is classic Kelli. As impressive and quick-witted as always.
"Promise?" cried a bawdy wench.
"I'll need the heat
come winter."
Good rebuttal to the priest who should leave them alone! Good humor too, MZ!
Hank
Ha.. love the rhymin' in this piece... it's like the Vikings thought when they thought about the Christina Hell... "nice and warm, much better than Niflheim
cracking up, this is great -- loved her answer!
Ha! Loved her answer at the end. Brilliant write.
Lol, love the bawdy wench's practicality.
love to hear you read this ~
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