O Catherine! Queen Catherine! The toilsome task is done,
The hoist is set, the ropes secure, the horse must weigh a ton,
The pulleys have been double-checked, the workmen all are strong,
And yet the horse is struggling some; I fear this may go wrong.
But O heart! heart! heart!
Her cheeks all flushed and red,
Where on the sheets Queen Catherine lies,
Sprawled upon the bed.
O Catherine! Queen Catherine! Will no distending penis
Provide the delectation that it has for all tzarinas?
Will not a bulging beau suffice your appetite to sate?
Like Boris? Ivan? Vladimir? They say that Peter’s Great.
But no, heart! heart! heart!
She shakes her regal head,
As on the sheets Queen Catherine lies,
Sprawled upon the bed.
Queen Catherine does not answer, her body’s swathed in blood,
The bed frame’s crushed, her bones all shattered by a fallen stud.
The bells ring in the village square, the people there are filing
To pay their homage to a queen who died in bed, but smiling.
For O heart! heart! heart!
My fears have come to pass,
For on the sheets Queen Catherine lies,
Beneath a horse’s ass.
Ray Engelberg is a computer professional who lives in the Meadowlands area of New Jersey. He has one son (that he knows of) and a neurotic cat. He is a member of the Poets’ Erotic Rhymesters and Versifiers of East Rutherford Township (PERVERT). His work has appeared in PLAYBOY and MAD Magazine (in his dreams).
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February 13th, 2012 at 9:46 pm
unexpected. entertaining. thanks for the laugh, ray!