- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Bethlehem
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Click hereThey whip us no more in Bethlehem,
just chained and nailed to the wall.
Sixpence to see the menagerie,
Old Michael, dumb Willum, mad Kate and me.
Simon St Mary was good for a start
but Mad Melancholy now stand at the gate.
A Pope may proclaim them brazen and tainted
But old Cibber won’t care if as Evil they’re painted.
With the blood and the spirits of inmates forgotten
Whipped in furies of pain for five centuries on.
Dr Willis restrains the chief of our hatters
Divines rights of no whipping for Hanover’s son.
Imperial purple is pissed up the wall
Old George lost his farm to perdition and all.
But small comfort is seen through porphyric haze
My friends give their thanks to their Lord and great praise
For they whip us no more in Bethlehem.
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agowhen does it ever cease. TK U MLJ LV NV
Maria2394over 14 years agoan EXCELLENT poet! the lesser of the "poets" here should take notice and learn from you, Ishtat. well done!!!
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,500 poems.
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duddle146about 17 years agoIf you're religeous be prepared for a literary shock. Strange mixture of words and phrases.
LeBrozover 17 years agoHorror of the divine right of kings
To whip or not
Depending on the day's whim.
