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Lord Henry Dickenbottem Lived among his peers A mind of deepest arrogance Concealed between his ears He spent his nights in gross misconduct Lounging in his secret quarters Mistress, maid and washerwoman Ousted mothers, secret daughters Hiding sordid love affairs His endless line of ******* heirs ***** Henry Dickenbottem Stalked above the stairs Lady Mary Dickenbottem Did her wifely duty The slenderest of all her kin Considered quite the beauty Though in the dusk the candle burned Alone, she stitched a pallid face And in the dark she sought its words To gain her shallow masters grace Guiding will and fooling eyes Beseeching of the dead to rise Demon Mary Dickenbottem She the pure despise Master Neville Dickenbottem Best of all his class Beaten all the school boys And bedded every lass Allies of the strongest kind And making merry of the weak The liberties were his to take And never one he wouldn’t seek His gaze surveyed that which he ruled All logical and water cooled Nasty Neville Dickenbottem Devil-fire fuelled Young Jemmima Dickenbottem Innocent and slight Playing on the borderline And darting out of sight Only ever at her ease When no one else was close about And etched upon her baby face The guilty shadow of a doubt Always blamed if something broke And speaking just above a croak Shy Jemmima Dickenbottem Tangible as smoke Old Mother Dickenbottem Lounging in her chair Lavender and nicotine Are fighting for her hair Beware, at night she ventures forth So best keep safe your tiny tots She’ll creep up to the windowpane And ****** them, sleeping, from their cots Humming in discordant tones Nimble fingers, cold as stones Hungry Mother Dickenbottem Gnawing on the bones Dear Major Dickenbottem Five years in the ground Hoarded every ha’penny But frittered every pound Long he served his king and queen A gentlemanly thing to do He left the port with many men And brought back homeward very few He died away in foreign lands Of syphilis and swollen glands Dead Major Dickenbottem Killed by wandering hands
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
The Noble House of Dickenbottem
Lord Henry Dickenbottem Lived among his peers A mind of deepest arrogance Concealed between his ears He spent his nights in gross misconduct Lounging in his secret quarters Mistress, maid and washerwoman Ousted mothers, secret daughters Hiding sordid love affairs His endless line of ******* heirs ***** Henry Dickenbottem Stalked above the stairs Lady Mary Dickenbottem Did her wifely duty The slenderest of all her kin Considered quite the beauty Though in the dusk the candle burned Alone, she stitched a pallid face And in the dark she sought its words To gain her shallow masters grace Guiding will and fooling eyes Beseeching of the dead to rise Demon Mary Dickenbottem She the pure despise Master Neville Dickenbottem Best of all his class Beaten all the school boys And bedded every lass Allies of the strongest kind And making merry of the weak The liberties were his to take And never one he wouldn’t seek His gaze surveyed that which he ruled All logical and water cooled Nasty Neville Dickenbottem Devil-fire fuelled Young Jemmima Dickenbottem Innocent and slight Playing on the borderline And darting out of sight Only ever at her ease When no one else was close about And etched upon her baby face The guilty shadow of a doubt Always blamed if something broke And speaking just above a croak Shy Jemmima Dickenbottem Tangible as smoke Old Mother Dickenbottem Lounging in her chair Lavender and nicotine Are fighting for her hair Beware, at night she ventures forth So best keep safe your tiny tots She’ll creep up to the windowpane And ****** them, sleeping, from their cots Humming in discordant tones Nimble fingers, cold as stones Hungry Mother Dickenbottem Gnawing on the bones Dear Major Dickenbottem Five years in the ground Hoarded every ha’penny But frittered every pound Long he served his king and queen A gentlemanly thing to do He left the port with many men And brought back homeward very few He died away in foreign lands Of syphilis and swollen glands Dead Major Dickenbottem Killed by wandering hands
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
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