Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to join you in the black cavern under the sea.
You drove me a little wild.
So sexy
So mysterious
So I poured my lust on you
Just to see if you could handle me
I watched it seep into your pours
I saw it stain your skin
Like a rusty rosé
I licked it off your neck.
You drove me a little wild
So smart
So strong
So I laid my cast iron crush on you
Just to see if you could handle me
I watched you squirm in reluctant acceptance
I saw it reshape your face
Like etching a poem on your bones
I took over your mind
You drive me a little wild
So patient
So wise
So I bared my soul to you
Just to see if you could handle me…
This story is one of great rapport
About a boy and a pasty long told evermore
And an auntie who really couldn’t cook
Who made a pasty right out of a cook book
But alas the recipe wasn’t all it seemed
As it was shared around as the China gleamed
It didn’t take long for their bowels to work
As toilet bowls were painted by the family screaming, “It hurts”
The days lengthen whilst the suffering went on
From their tops and bottoms in a sickly song
But not for one of the favoured sons
With no stomach ache occurring his laughter so long
Winning the title of “Cast iron Guts” with digestion so strong
And the legend still lives as it remains in folk lore forever along.
© Paul Warren Poetry