Composed by Philip Hilton. (So you’ll just have to suffer through it. :P) Per request of Mr. Ahern.
When I was young, there was a girl
Her hair had just a little curl
But mostly she was just plain pretty
And when she wished, then she was witty.
Now, if you are of delicate sort
I warn you, I shall now report
Something which may unhinge your mind
So I sure hope you aren’t that kind.
Because, you see, there was a stranger
And he was not an hon’rable ranger
But oh! he was of dreadful sort
And not an object of light sport.
He was an Ogler – do not faint, I pray!
For in the end he turned to the right way!
One day approached he to our heroine’s door
Ogler disguisèd like a Spanish Moor.
But with no doubt, the nasty dark intention
Of adding pics of her to his collection
Of which desire she did not have knowledge
When she allowed that Ogler in her cottage.
Now mark, my reader, how the story grows
Now swells the plot, and now the action flows!
He saw at once, the nasty Ogler did,
That Miss -*-*-*- was quite a pretty kid;
The Ogler saw, he wished, and he desired!
He saw, he wished, and to the prize aspired!
But our heroine was a spiffy girl
For ’round her neck she wore a holy pearl.
This pearl, of course, was magic, silly,
‘Twas rather smooth, and rather pretty
Shaped like a cross, in fragile fashion,
A snow-white image of the passion.
The Ogler tried his trade, I say,
During a drowsy summer’s day;
But chainèd pearl rousèd her then
She did the Ogler’s purpose ken!
“Oh ho! Mean monster, stand and fight!
I am Amázon; destructíon is my delight!”
Then speaking thus, she ript the pearl
From off her neck, purposing to hurl –
And as she swung, she said a prayer:
“O Queen of Heaven, Mary Fair
Speed this pearl well and let it find
Its proper place on his behind!”
Thus did she speak, and thus Queen Mary heard,
Urg’d on the pearl with some celestial word,
And when that holy pearl touchèd the Ogler
Then he became a nice and gentle Ogre.
So let all bow their heads to Mary Queen
The friend, the sponsor of the female tween!
THE END
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Posted at 12:14 am EST on the 25th of June 2007 by P. B. Hilton. Under Poetry There are still no replies. |
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