How Nannie Leaped and Kicked
Drowsy with laudanum, heady with gin,
Blushing so ruddy and reeling within,
Nannie emerged from a clangorous night,
Wandering lonely in flight.
Out from the tavern and onto the road,
Over the cobblestone paving she strode,
Breathing in gulps of the eventide air,
Carrying pangs of despair.
Then from a shadow, a goblin in glee,
Rousing her person by tapping her knee,
Milady, please follow me over the way,
Join us in fanfare so gay.
Nannie was piqued in her gladness and zeal,
Noting the goblin had certain appeal,
Yes, I shall follow thy promise of joy!
Never for once playing coy.
Crossing the alleyways, over the stile,
Walking the moor for a magical mile,
Nannie was brought to the circle she sought,
Yearning for hedonist sport.
Finding her ecstasy shortly therein,
Ribald festivities, sordid as sin,
All of the underworld raucously knit,
All of the things of the pit.
Decadent dancing, in companies dark,
Corpses with torches, a fabulous spark,
Pirouette circles intended to please,
Nannie with lace at her knees.
The devil in gusto, determined for lust,
Sounding an ode to her billowing bust,
Rousing the armies of darkness to cheer,
Drunken and sated with beer.
Flashes effulgent with torches aflame,
Shining on Nannie, a corpulent dame,
Rhythm and melody fueling the dance,
Revellers lost in a trance.
Bats so abysmally flapping in black,
Ogres in awfulness loud at her back,
Lewdness awakened from flashes of flesh,
Covered by stockings like mesh.
I am the devil! My bagpipes are shrill!
Wantonly blowing my musical skill,
Notes are the spell that will send you to hell,
Sunken, with Adam to dwell!
Nannie, my lovely, my trollop, my dame!
All of thy limbs in this perilous game,
Hearken and swoon by the grace of the moon,
Drunk by my clamourous tune!
Corpses in laughter, derision their end,
All of us dragging you downward, my friend,
Here on the succour of chaos to dine,
Drunk on our Babylon wine!
Hearken the drummer, his beat in the air?
Thumping damnation with vigour and flair!
Spectres of torment unpinning thy hair,
Demons that dance debonair.
Only perdition; the the tide that we ride!
Blackened and chained by the shackles inside,
Leaping and kicking thy way to the end,
No-one but death as thy friend!
Nannie was lost in the fairy ring flow,
Screaming, “I’m dreaming and sinking below,
All of my senses despicably drunk,
Into such evil I’ve slunk.”
Nannie, my beauty, voluptuous maid!
No-one can save you, but be not afraid,
Hellfire and brimstone are wonderful pure,
Aye, with a certain allure.
Acrobats jumping as eager as deer,
Flown from the cross and the scriptures austere,
Dance thyself pleased by our gusto diseased,
Aye, till thy sorrow has eased.
I am the devil, I won’t let you down!
Working in earnest to see thy soul drown,
Breezes uplifting thy well crafted gown,
Nannie! The talk of the town!
Lift up thy garters in cabaret flair!
Loosen the braid in thy tassles of hair!
Downward we spiral to further disgrace,
Gloating, I grin at thy lace!
(I think I have even spooked myself out by writing this)
adamdaniel 