DEVOURED-BY-INFAMOUS-SIRENS-
OF-A-ROUGH-AND-READY-WIDE-SEA?
Some think it a kraken swallowed
the crew of the Marie Celeste.
Sweet Marie, oh sweet Marie,
were the crew, then, unblessed?
Perhaps they met with Behemoth?
Or perhaps with Leviathan?
Maybe jaded-sirens of the blue sea
cursed your virgin-name, took every-man?
LIKE-A-SCREECH-OWL-SURE-WAS-SHE
Her man was on the wheel
of shifts with Sheffield Steel.
Was he coming? Was he going?
No wiser nightshift-owl. Growing
tired, too, working shifts on a day.
But sleepless weekends, in bed he lay.
His wife did the screeching, folk say.
DEPARTING-THE-GIRL-WHO-IS-JUST-
ALWAYS-BAD-NEWS
The harbinger of a beckoning death,
the banshees wail alone steals your breath.
She steals my breath, stole not my heart.
The damn ghoulish-girl do I now depart.
A-STRIPPER'S-KILLING-STAGECRAFT-
ALOOFNESS-SOME-MEN-DO-GET-TO-BRIDGE-
YOU-GUYS !
The girl has got thighs
as strong as steel girders,
to hear some guys sighs.
Hers are the G-string murders.
Yes she is a killer
claim those privileged
of having come across her.
They who have bridged
the wide strip men can sure see
between them and this-Gypsy-Rose-Lee.
(correction: 'and their beatings sounding like thunder' in OBERON verse below)
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