My Belov'd Confederate Bride

[Tref]

My true love wades for me across the tarn
My Confederate bride doth slumber
O’er Vermont & Franklin
I travel ‘cross union
On stygian roped rafts of lumber

The wind doth taste of death with no shoes
But like hot water to Fatima
How I do long to feed ye again
A brunch fit for a queen-a

Let me feed you in the morning
Though you might not be too hungry
I’ll fix you a big breakfast
With all the trimmings
Pancakes and sausage
A pannikan of coffee or tea
Let me feed you in the morning
Feed
Feed
Feed ye

Now don’t get up
Just stay in bed
Let me cover you in ointment
And as you eat
I’ll harmonize
In moonbeams light anointment

I'll serve you dishes
Egg roll pie supreme
An angel smile sonata
And when you’re through
Your room I’ll clean
With lemon fresh to-mata

Life can be fleeting
Shortened & brief
And unexpected tides
Pull you under
The spin of Fortuna
Before we had met
When chaos & night
Ruled the thunder

The End.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

lemon fresh to-mata!

:snap: :)

[blueerica]

Is she at the 7-Eleven?

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I ****ing loved this. From the title (FANTASTIC!) on.

My favorite bits are the end bits:


"I'll serve you dishes
Egg roll pie supreme
An angel smile sonata
And when you’re through
Your room I’ll clean
With lemon fresh to-mata

Life can be fleeting
Shortened & brief
And unexpected tides
Pull you under
The spin of Fortuna
Before me had met
When chaos & night
Ruled the thunder

The End."

[blueerica]

Like a good piece of bacon, the end bits can be quite satisfying.

Why am I thinking about bacon?

[Tref]

Bacon is good. Pork chops are good ...


And in the last stanza its before WE had met ... but there is not changing that now. How did I miss that? Man, that nags me ...

Anyway, thanks for the kind words.

[Gn2Dlnd]

Does Franklin go throught to Vermont? (and as I typed this I remembered)

Ah! House of Pies!
And Fred
62
My stomach lies
At its
Waterloo

[Gn2Dlnd]

Is she at the 7-Eleven?

Heehee!