Returning to the Kave of the ****,
Moonshine reveals what she knows;
however, our nominal heroine,
Medusa herself, is a Union spy & quickly
prepares to inform the Generals that their
movements have been compromised.
Ironically, at just that moment both Union
& Confederate Commanders bellies were
hit with the rotten cider offered by a little
black boy dashing here and there sloshing
a bucket of homely cheer. Everything coming
to an abrupt halt, Medusa was about to remove
herself from the vast cavern & speed
into the night to the Union camp
just over the hill. Her mare had the speed of Pegasus,
but she was nevertheless set upon by White Lightnin',
who hurled a blue charge of searing heat at her head
of vociferous serpents. Not to be bested,
the Gorgon Queen snapped her mount's reign
to hurry on faster and cracking the short whip,
the startled creature spray as it galloped
a veritable drinking stall's worth
of pungent ***** from its straining bladder
blending with the pungent sycamore & lilacs
of the surrounding fields; the warm sway
of night filled with enchanting aroma from all sides.
So intoxicated with the Southern
countryside's native allure despite the ravages
of war, White Lightnin' didn't notice the enormous
puddle of horse **** that had turned the road to mud
beneath his big feet & once the tattered suede boots
set down in the mess, did a jolt of lightning rise
from his feet up his spine spreading
out through every other limb & nerve
in the stunned rebel's body, searing
the specially wielded copper gloves
to his hands & filling him with more voltage
than any normal man was ever created
by god to stand. Shocked to the skin,
the frozen electrified hero crackled &
popped like a burning fir tree until
there was nothing where he once stood,
but the charred set of smoky boot heels.
That was one less Super Confederate
Medusa would have to deal with in the end...