Now hear ye, in my Dragon post
I fain would gather votes the most,
Let me remind thee: I’m a mage;
Thou would’st not see me in a rage?
Or yet, annoy my flaming friend,
Who might then fry thee up thine end,
And when thou’d turned a tasteful black
Wouldst crunch thee up for morning snack?
So sally ye forth thither, then,
Rememb’ring I am number ten,
And if ye magicke therein see,
Pray cast an email vote for me …
Or I may’st steal away thy souls,
And make thy socks go full of holes,
And change thy morning coffee to
A frogspawn, snail-slimed, hellish brew,
And organise a maggot crew,
Thy entrails, while alive, to chew,
And clog thy arteries with glue –
Pray that my meaning cometh through?
Assuredly the day shalt rue
Should thee not this, thy duty, do,
Supporting me by choosing true –
The ‘ ten’ remaineth vital clue!
And even though it gets thy goat,
It needful is for a re-vote,
Thus, though thou put one in before
Do it again, or it won’t score!
© February 2013 Colonialist (WordPress)