The Tyger


Tyger tyger blushing bright
In the goth clubs of the night
What mere mortal tongue or hand
Could snap thee like a rubber band?

What the whip and what the scourge?
What dark fetish was thine urge?
What the %^&*
What great ass
Erased the shyness of thy past?

Tyger tyger blushing bright
In the goth clubs of the night
What mere mortal tongue or hand
Has snapped thee like a rubber band?


—definitely not nej ;)

The Lamb
(or, Little Lamb Lost)


Little lamb, who took thee?
Dost thou know who took thee?

Gave thee thrust & bid thee moan,
By the stream & o'er the stone;
Gave thee pleasure and delight,
Up thine arse in dark of night;
Gave thee such a rod so hard
Lesser lambs have sure been scarred.

Little lamb, who took thee?
Dost thou know who took thee?

Little lamb I'll tell thee,
Little lamb I'll tell thee!

He is calléd by this name:
One and all, we call him Pan.
Some might call his urges ill;
He is shameless, buggers still --
The lad, the lass, the chickadee
Have a bum as sore as yours.

Little lamb gods help thee.
Little lamb gods help thee.


—Jenniforensic

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