~ The Geek of Snottingham ~
Plucked clucking shovelled the simpleton giant,
Wriggling and writhing, a fresh picked pheasant.
The Geek Giant loomed, chortling and proud,
As he clutched the bird in bear paws, at front of crowd.
Cheer from men, and praise from women,
The Giant stood, grunting like heathen.
Upon the plinth, dumb pompous as fowl caged,
Behind the bars of bulk, squeezing as it upstaged.
All eyes locked, on the chest of performer,
As he gaped mouth wide, people in enamour.
Alas the shriek silenced, as deed was done,
The fate of prey met at mouth won.
There Giant bared the resultant stunt,
A pecking head, inside the cave of bunt.
Free from its bed of bloody carcass,
The crown sat staring, upon the Geek’s tongue mass.
20-May-2012 15:34:34
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Cyun
