Ovulating pustules oozing green black and yellow
do give the impression of a not so handsome fellow
yet his manner when he talks and the swagger when he walks
may convince you otherwise, at your peril.
Given reign across the nation without procrastination
none would say that he was really bad
but within one year of arriving the chances of surviving
his touch, I'm bound to say, was very sad.
Being born in eastern promise when the summer in its solstice
heaving sweating piles of putrid flesh unbound
left to fester and to frolic described by some as "only cholic"
it soon would sweep the world without a sound.
Still he did do us all a favour its a one we really savour
cleaning up our towns and cities and our parks
it's a shame his time is over for from Scotland down to Dover
he is needed once again to ignite sparks.
A cull is what we're needing something harsh to stop the bleeding
of society as we tumble from our way,
can we yet live through another once more brother killing brother
or will everything just slowly fade to grey?
It was mainly through the summer when we all felt such a bummer
mostly hay fever they say down in the wolds,
but the country bumpkin squire only ends up in the mire
along with all his helpers dressed in golds.
As for the working girls and the way they lost their curls
as the green gauge colouring took them to the fore
twas a damning of their sort as the customers got caught
with their pustules bursting out from every pore.
Author notes
A work in process about the joys of the plague in the middle ages.
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The Plague Years were never a good time to be about the place. I just read a piece in a book by P.D. James mentioning the Plague - did you know that plague pustules apparently smelled of rotting apples? It's things like that which get me VERY EXCITED indeed. I hope you will read my new poem about Parlour Song Spotting as it is nearly as vulgar as my usual output.
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pestulant and poxy
A nice bit of rhyme
Actually it wans't the pores that burst but the glands.
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Pustules! Ah how the mere sound of the word excites me! I shall have to go off and write a "Memories" poem featuring pustules. May I dedicate it to you as pustules will always make me think of you.
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a very well versed piece, beautiful flow with a very powerful message, a very moving read and i look forward to reading it again when you decide what you are going to add,
have a good day,
shane -
Don't stop now...
What a great story you've started... I look forward to it...
Ken
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