Counterfeiting the CANTICLE during pilgrimages to Scarborough Fair...

ARE YE GOIN' TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan

(With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who longed for his lovely lass during expunging pilgrimages to Scarborough Fair. T. Wignesan)

Are ye goin' to marry that bitch of a dame
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Remember what she did to make you so lame
For she's bound to ditch ye if you hardly rhyme

Tell her to stop painting her leathery face
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Without no mud nor slime on lewd grimace
She's bound to ditch ye if you're stumped for a rhyme

Have her stripped in yon dark desert lithium mine
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Remember how good she's at the roller-coaster grind
She's bound to ditch ye if you feminine rhyme

Have her read to ye Gulliver's Travels in bed
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And ride all Yahoos till their butt-ends turn red
Then she's bound to stitch vowels in your rhyme

Have her show ye all her unkempt drawers
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In between her sonorous sighs and rough coughs in tatters
Then she'll witch her wiles for the guile of a dime

© T. Wignesan - Paris, May 8, 2019