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O Mother Dear

By vithano

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O Mother dear, listen now --- This is your son roaring: I am a beast back from my horror, To his family returned, Returned to this pale pink country Where miscreants are spurned. You, mother to a monster, Kiss me now and rejoice! I am not ashamed to call you mother Although I have no choice: You have no fur to stink with, Nor claws to rip rich silk, Nor fangs to chew up relatives And others of that ilk; You have no ears to hear The wicked calls of witches, Dancing nakedly at night; At the sight of beasts like me You mistakenly take fright; You fear to hear the music The sirens sing at sea; I have listened, let them lead Me to minstrelsy; So now like them I run abroad Armed with song and dance To mislead young ones to my horde And give bad manners a chance. O Mother dear, womb of my wildness, Do not run away; I am dating the sweetest witch This side of Saturday. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 10:45 PM PST   0 • 10

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