Inside the Lair

Drowning, Joker’s ready to be played,

People are bound to be dismayed,

Choking on their own filth and dirt.

Catering to chaps high above,

Hollering without reason,

Cherishing the virgin dove,

With lies construed as treason.

The ending cannot be delayed,

Or the means convincingly conveyed.

Only through torture will they learn,

Ideas moral and abhorrent,

To senses vainly banished.

So rivers thoroughly will torrent,

Through lakes previously vanished.

One only can from evidence derive,

The honey within the flooded beehive,

Entering between workers and nannies.

Politeness counts for not a jot,

Traipsing through insidious homes,

With wounds open, ready to clot.

Lost in the depths of catacombs

For we’ve yet to meet the gracious Queen,

And grow the stalk from the magic bean.

A giant lurks behind her Majesty,

Slay we must, or we’ll be lost forever,

In this Grecian labyrinth.

Vines and traps we must sever,

To lay the beast on her final plinth.

© menshallknownothingofthis.co.uk 10.04.2009