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A Bloodthirsty Yet Beauteous Sonnet by Edna

DEDICATED TO THE FAT HIDEOUS BETTY, MY NEIGHBOUR

 

**Does anyone here know of a good mohel?

As I urgently need someone to circumcise

My neighbour's Yorkshire terrier, canine boil

Needing lancing, joybringing to my eyes.

A kindly mohel simply will not do;

He must lack scruple and human pity;

That hound’s not been bathed for a year or two

So th'event might turn out a bit ******

Yorkshire terriers are of two classes:

The insistent yapping ones we all hate

And the ***** ones with hairy arses;

But both look good nailed to your garden gate.

And he needn't be a mohel either,

Merely someone with a willing cleaver.**

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Written by
edna-sweetlove
Published
Mar 26, 2015
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Yorkshire terriers are a sort of fantasy creature: fantastically repulsive. They are also part of Nature: a repulsive part of Nature, but still part of it. It would be a beautiful sight to see my neighbour's dog nailed up, his tongue lolling out of his hideous gob, drooling in death.

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