Parody's Child

Abducted child? Overblown.

Highland? Magic Lake? Sure.

Find cellar steps where plants overgrown

Nest waking alley cats to purr.

There, the Lady of the House

Lost in faery man’s prowess

Libatious knights vanished now

In the heartfelt binding vow,

“Come away oh lovely girl,

To the isle of Magic Merle.

We’ll go catting hand-in-hand.

Maids need loving from this man.”

Over the dance floor’s faery dust,

Where the bass guitar meows

To corner-tucked shielding man’s lust.

We dance long as time allows,

Held up by faery man’s arms,

Cheshire grinning faery man’s charms-

Drinking beer we snort the foam,

While the world whirls by

No that’s walls a-spinning by!

Darkness catches at the maiden’s lies

Sticky dreams . . . her mind doth roam.

“Come away oh lovely girl,

To the isle of Magic Merle.

We’ll go catting hand-in-hand.

Maids need loving from this man.”

Where the hotel keys click locks

From the hills of the heights

Flashing signs by loading docks

Barely seen are tail lights.

We seek sleeping maidens,

Men whispering to their necks,

The night has come and gone.

Tangled hair and wrinkled clothes lay laden

With guilty deed and lipstick specks.

They, like vampires flee in early dawn.

“Come away oh lovely girl,

To the isle of Magic Merle.

We’ll go catting hand-in-hand.

Maids need loving from this man.

Yet now the girls cannot return

From the past night’s revelry.

For on their flesh now branded burn

From the jester’s chicanery.

No eve stars flicker out,

Nor micro dinner waves.

They dream of peace and nested sheets;

Alas, no more will they save.

Nor dance to wills’ beguiled beats.

“Come away oh lovely girl,

To the isle of Magic Merle.

We’ll go catting hand-in-hand.

Maids need loving from this man.