Fairie kin, mumbled understandings
sometimes those whose ways are not clear
Are they ones who satisfy?
and Ones may take what they Will ,
the croaking bull frog with one good eye,
Sometimes skips and mostly plops
Pulsating throats and dissolving mewls,
like stones skipping the glassy lake.
She comes in swampy drifts
then glows with eructating fevers
whose Hand is the one beating?
I always wanted to tie up
and make stretched
Drawn and quartered,
riven and spitted
some cooking helps
and then He partakes and