Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Gaiety

There is gaiety
'mongst the laity
for the season is a spinnin'.

The priest can't hold
his pride or peace
amid such wanton sinnin'.

"Shame, shame,"
he thunders, "flames
shall burn you all to cinder!"

"Promise?" cried a bawdy wench.
"I'll need the heat
come winter."

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

8 comments:

Ω said...

Tee hee. This is classic Kelli. As impressive and quick-witted as always.

kaykuala said...

"Promise?" cried a bawdy wench.
"I'll need the heat
come winter."

Good rebuttal to the priest who should leave them alone! Good humor too, MZ!

Hank

brudberg said...

Ha.. love the rhymin' in this piece... it's like the Vikings thought when they thought about the Christina Hell... "nice and warm, much better than Niflheim

MNL (Cactus Haiku) said...

cracking up, this is great -- loved her answer!

Trådløs said...

Hahah, that lady surely was quick-witted
I bet the priest ruffled his hair in desperation
Made me chuckle

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Ha! Loved her answer at the end. Brilliant write.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Lol, love the bawdy wench's practicality.

grapeling said...

love to hear you read this ~