Hospice Hospitality

Put The Fox
Into the
Cold Box.
Ah, Mucus Door-Leaf!

"I love the way the
Cyanide
Glistens in your hair"

Woman, fill the Schooner
Pour a generous portion
Let the Mulled Worry Rain
Flow full to the brim for Reynard...

"I love the way the
Cyanide
Glistens in your hair"

Betti is no Co-ed
But within a short
Smelling distance
The Distingué meet
To love the Effete...

"I love the way the
Cyanide
Glistens in your hair"

I would have
If I could have
But I could not
Or I would not
Or I can not

Though perhaps I will enter
Enter the Sanctified Slaughterhouse...

Pooka MMVII