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− | Ode to the Badger on My Arse<br><br> | + | '''Ode to the Badger on My Arse<br><br>''' |
That night he left the tavern singing,<br> | That night he left the tavern singing,<br> | ||
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Thy bite I know<br> | Thy bite I know<br> | ||
Oh, thou Badger on my Arse<br> | Oh, thou Badger on my Arse<br> | ||
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+ | '''Why not, then, Sir Bufort?''' | ||
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+ | Is not the cheese Limberger,<br> | ||
+ | Known as Noble?<br> | ||
+ | Not for its color,<br> | ||
+ | Nor yet its texture,<br> | ||
+ | But distinctly for its smell?<br> | ||
+ | Why not, then, Sir Bufort?<br> | ||
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+ | Is not the muddy Earth,<br> | ||
+ | Lauded as Noble?<br> | ||
+ | beneath our boots,<br> | ||
+ | it seeps and roots,<br> | ||
+ | And yet still Praised for cloying?<br> | ||
+ | Why not, then, Sir Bufort?<br> | ||
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+ | Is not the mighty stud Bull,<br> | ||
+ | Proclaimed wide as Noble,<br> | ||
+ | sweating and grunting,<br> | ||
+ | the sweetness it's hunting<br> | ||
+ | never once bringing it shame?<br> | ||
+ | Why, then, on Sir Bufort?<br> | ||
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[[Category:Eston]] | [[Category:Eston]] | ||
[[Category:Eston_Poetry]] | [[Category:Eston_Poetry]] |
Revision as of 08:35, 7 September 2007
Ode to the Badger on My Arse
That night he left the tavern singing,
The catcalls in his ear still ringing,
Singing, ringing,
He felt the stinging,
Of a Badger on his Arse
"What's this?" he cried, first looking right
then left, but could not catch the sight,
Left, right, no sight
From whence the bite,
Of the Badger on his Arse
On he went, twirling round,
No view, but still the gnawing sound,
Around, the sound
The source not found,
Of the Badger on his Arse
Then suddenly, with mighty rip
the Badger from his Arse did slip
With rip, did slip
Flesh from his hip
Took the Badger on his Arse
Oh, Badger! why doest thou hound me so?
From town to sea, where e'er I go,
E'er I go,
Thy bite I know
Oh, thou Badger on my Arse
Why not, then, Sir Bufort?
Is not the cheese Limberger,
Known as Noble?
Not for its color,
Nor yet its texture,
But distinctly for its smell?
Why not, then, Sir Bufort?
Is not the muddy Earth,
Lauded as Noble?
beneath our boots,
it seeps and roots,
And yet still Praised for cloying?
Why not, then, Sir Bufort?
Is not the mighty stud Bull,
Proclaimed wide as Noble,
sweating and grunting,
the sweetness it's hunting
never once bringing it shame?
Why, then, on Sir Bufort?