Upon this hill I plant the flag--
Of every imp and scallywag,
rapscallion, rogue and rascal, knave--
Whom kingdoms' laws could never save.
I gather every varlet, scamp,
Around the bonfire of our camp,
And pass around the speaking torch,
For storytelling tales that scorch,
To every sullied man, uncouth,
Unwashed who smiles a scurvied tooth,
The scarlet-lettered harlot, *****
Who loves to scallygag her mensch,
The whoredom-loving scallyhag,
Who trollops round the pirate's crag,
The tousle-haired and greasy scullion
Cooking all a hot slumgullion,
And after tales of those unnerved,
And scullion's slimy stew is served,
I toast a round of filthy ale,
To all who live beyond the pale.
(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Upon this hill I plant the flag--
Of every imp and scallywag,
rapscallion, rogue and rascal, knave--
Whom kingdoms' laws could never save.
I gather every varlet, scamp,
Around the bonfire of our camp,
And pass around the speaking torch,
For storytelling tales that scorch,
To every sullied man, uncouth,
Unwashed who smiles a scurvied tooth,
The scarlet-lettered harlot, *****
Who loves to scallygag her mensch,
The whoredom-loving scallyhag,
Who trollops round the pirate's crag,
The tousle-haired and greasy scullion
Cooking all a hot slumgullion,
And after tales of those unnerved,
And scullion's slimy stew is served,
I toast a round of filthy ale,
To all who live beyond the pale.
(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
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