Fou, Fou Beauty

Melissa Ridge

Tired of piggies and rog dog doggies,
I sank my teeth in a fine, white skin.
I drank like a tick till my legs grew bandy,
till my bulk broke off and my head stayed in.

With my teeth I tore the yaw brown yammies,
I chewed rennets and the poldy pin,
but I had no flue, no croft, no belly,
no heart, no hands to put them in.

 

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