ONCE UPON A MOON -LIT NIGHT,
SAUNTERED A LOST KNIGHT.
HIS SWORD WARDING AWAY FRIGHT,
HIS STALLION, TIRED FROM THE FIGHT.
HIS ARMOUR HEAVY LADEN,
TILL HE MET THE FAIR MAIDEN.
WHO LED HIM TO THE HOUSE SO HIDDEN,
WHICH DE'ER LOOKED FORBIDDEN.
DARK TOWERS SPIRALLING INTO THE SKY,
SEEMINGLY MOVING ON THE SLY.
STAINS ON HER SKIRT OF THE REDDEST DYE,
WHICH SHE BLAMES ON THE BERRY PIE.
"I ONLY WANT TO KNOW THE WAY,
FOR I HAVE GONE ASTRAY."
QUOTH THE KNIGHT, AS SHE BEGGED HIS STAY,
SIGHING SHE SAYS, "WE'VE SO FEW VISITORS TO THIS DAY."
IN TRIUMPH SHE BECKONS HIM TO DINE,
THE CENTRE, AN ENORMOUS SWINE.
AS THEY DRANK THE WINNING WINE,
THEIR FINGERS BEGAN TO ENTWINE.
HE THOUGHT, SHE'S PRETTY WELL OF,
AS HE FAKED A CUSTOM COUGH.
BUT WHAT DOES SHE SMELL OF?
SHE LICKS MY THUMB AS IF TO BITE IT OFF!!
AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID,
A TASK EVER SO PUTRID.
IN HER MIND IS EVER SO VIVID,
HIS HEAD NOW IN A LID.
LIKE MANY OTHERS BEFORE,
SHE MAKES THE BERRY PIE, ONCE MORE!!
