There she stands like a conquering beast

Awaiting for prey to befall her feet

Standing tall and very firm

Like a scary crow on a country farm

Her perfume smells so gentle and strong

As if she can do no wrong

Her envying spirit stirs at flying men

For those empty spaces in her belly gazes for them

She can’t help it though, that’s her nature

For she knows that’s what bring her pleasure

Why some love her when all should hate?

That answer poor dear, lies in wait

Unwary men give her praise and grace

Knowing little of what she takes

Scholars look at her in agony and wail

Knowing she’s not deserving the Holy Grail

She roars and cry out at night

When dreams and rest begin to take its flight

Oh how dear she has the gats

When every mouth has been shut

As we look over here on the bright side of the horizon

We see a skyline hoping we’ll reach on

For we know all we love she despises with frown

We just hope she don’t cross our lines



  EZK (Bone)