FINE-BUTTERFLY-DANCE-DAY-
IT-IS-STROLLING-AROND-MARTON-YES
From the Fairy Dell
and its waterfall
up-along Gypsy Lane
to the nearby home
of that captain, Cook,
then on to the park -
farther on from Marton -
his birthplace museum -
therein Stewart's Park
with swan and stork
and butterfly big ball,
as in the Fairy Dell.
TRIPPED-UP-BY-THE-HEART-HE
The guy fell for a girl.
Broken was a body part.
But broken not by the fall.
The girl broke his heart.
GUY-IN-A-DOG-DEN-YES
He's in the doghouse,
and a chain she'd hitch
to her straying man.
Barks at him like a bitch.
He came in real-drunk
and now dry as a bone
he can only lie low
in the duo's doggy-home.
FIND-WOLFWOMAN-BATHROY-
IN-A-BLOODBATH-BATHED
Evil Elisabeth Bathroy
was a bloody baroness.
Some called her "Werewolf."
Some called her "Vampiress."
In the blood of virgins
bathed the ageing bat.
Vanity drove to their veins
the very-cruel aristocrat.
Evil Elisabeth Bathroy
thought youth could regain
in every drop of blood
an old-wolf can go drain.
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