The hotspur calls

‘It’s time to mollify the matron’s minge’,
said Twemlow as he strode
across the wooden drawbridge
and down the fictive road.

When he gained the watchtower,
he threw a sudden brick,
through the casement window
shouting ‘Oi, up for dick?’

— ‘’Pon my life, young Twemlow,
how can you ask a dame
to drop her drawers so freely,
as if it were no shame?’

‘It’s alright, Captain Tandy,
there’s no need to interpose.
I’ve been expecting Twemlow
since the fictive sun up rose.’

‘Come in, my handsome hotspur,
welcome to my tower!
Now shift your butt, Tandy,
and come back in an hour.’


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