Daddy Muggins
Apostles of Pan know what he feels
Daddy Muggins thirstily seeks a tavern,
Frog-wise smile stretching ‘cross his waist,
Promise of Sunday stealthily burns—
Will there be dancing to suit his taste?
Daddy Muggins accosts a barmaid,
Frolicsome weight she makes on his lap,
Thirsting for Sunday brew shall attest,
A sin’s a sin and he sets no trap.
Daddy Muggins wets his scorching lips,
This aqua vitae lightens his load,
Barmaid pivots on Delilah hips,
“Buy me a drink?” (She thinks, what a toad!)
Daddy Muggins gulps down in meaty maw,
Black hounds of shame beleaguer his heels,
Will confession cure a case of yaws?
Apostles of Pan know what he feels.
Daddy Muggins saunters out the tavern,
Goat-wise secrets embolden his looks,
On a Sunday he could never burn,
But weekday devils will bait their hooks.
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Alix McMurray
Come join me hanging out with the Dodo Bird on the beach, waiting for the odd chupacabra, or chasing shadows into corners. And you can read about my life as a therapist on Medium.com.
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This is wonderful!
Loved everything about it, from the image to the clever linguistics and rhymes - Anneliese