Monday

Monday Quick! Arm the army Lucifer has gone barmy Where’s the witch when we need her? Having a strop, the silly mare Stoke the anger of battle This is more than tittle tattle Rumours be damned Satan’s got this thing planned She primed up her flying disc A big win came with equal risk With luck her enemy would be drunk His power, nob and ego may have shrunk Like the niceness he once had Before he went all black and bad Getting the boot from God upon high So much became nigh! It was up to the witch now To turn the Devil into a cow! With cunning and luck She’ll hit him like a damn truck And end this thing Like a failed bloody fling But that was impossible Like a flying pig was possible Juniper’s Daughter: Fookin' Weech Nick Armbrister