Two Lovers embrace
whom never should met
Hidden behind a Barley field
In Tall grass they're lusts fired
And were quickly spent
A Raggle-Taggle Gypsy
And the higly respected
Lady Marple-Pendragon
They would have not met if not for her husbands quarrel
the week before
For one stormy night Gypsy Rose Lee did come a knocking
Tap
Tap
Tapping on the that bolted Oak door
For her lucky heathers and pegs did not please
Lord Pen Dragon at such an hour
And for her intrusion she was cast to the floor and kicked
And left in the
mud and rain
for
Hours
But as Rosie Lee pulled her face out the dirt
The devil did heed her call and
spoke a curse
Such a devious Diddakoi
With the devils fiddle by his side
Did bewitch this ladie's ears
And leave his liquid seminal lust's effluvia
In her unsuspecting region
aloft
Her parted thighs
Nine months pass
And
Tinker
Nor
Lady
Meet
But a baby is born
In secret
Under a red-full-Satanic Moon
This new born hastens to cry
And rejections swells
In his mother's consumed eyes
For this new born is neither:
Gentry
Gypsy
Peasent
Or
Beast
This bastard reminder
Of a Pen-Dragon's
Virtue weak
The baby was given to the
Gardener's
Baron-Lonely-Wife
And denied any title or Identity
On this fateful night
The Gardener awoke
In a
cold
wet
Sweat,
Screaming....
Malakai,
Malakai
Makalai
And shoving a demon
Off his chest
He held this babe out
The window
&
Under the
Red moon
And said
" Malakai" is your
Name
Now demon please
leave this
Room
Malakai was indeed his name
And neither did he belong to
Gypsy
Gentry
Peasent
Or
God
And his only crime was to
be born
And he did nothing
Wrong
The Gardener's wife
did also conceive on this
Verbated night
As the Gardener was not
Drunk
And the moon was jus
Right
Malakai was four
When his Baron-ess]
Did bore her
Infant True
And Malakai was sent
To work and Beg
And shine shoes on
Cobbels of the High Street
Floors
When Malakai
Was eight
The truth be told
That you wretched son
Are not my own
And leave our bosom
Because you've had your
Time
On his departure
Lady Pendragon
Did Come
And spoke to
Malakai
His father's name
He left when the moon was full and red
And this new information
was all he was given and was bequeth
The Infamous
Paddy " Iron Fist" McVerity
A King of Kings
Of Romany Stock
And laid others
To waist with hammer
Like
Knuckles
And his prize-winning
Undefeated
Fighting
Cock
For Malakai
Would not rest before
He found where he belonged
But to go to this
Scally-Wag
This Treachorous Tinker
would have been
Mortally wrong
For Gypsies are a noble breed
And do not accept the
Half-Bred-Bastard
Sons
Espescially If they have
Blue-Blood
Coarsing through their veins
And dirty a Gypsy Lineage
Is like Bathing in
Acidic Rain
Over Glen and Dale
Malakai did walk
Hoping to come upon
A Gypsy Caravan
Or a
Fire or Food
Eventually by chance he happend to find the famed
Appleby Horse Fair
And Malakai walked in
and the rain went the
Rain
Blind,
Tired
and
Jaded
Cock fights were fought
And lurches set on rabbits
Bouncing
And all the while
Malakai'a heart was
Pounding
A withered old crone
With
Pony and trap
Beckoned this stragley familiar
Pauper to her
carriage door at the
back
To foretell his
Fortunes and perhaps steal his
Money fill his
with ears lies
And Honey
Cross my palm
With
Silver
Dear Malakai i know that is your name
You no named ghost
You belong to now one
And have no soul
And dear Malakai your fortune
I will tell
That you shall never be at peace
And spent eternity with your
Father
In
Depths
of
Hell
But Malakai had no money
To give
and did sleigh this forutuitous hag
For his blood did burn
Hells fury
For this no-named ghost
And an eternity spent in flames
She so hastily remarked
Did antagonise and pained the sinews of his
Tormented
Heart
Malakai
Now has money
And a
Pony and Trap
And ventured to Ireland to
Fill his souls
Cavernous Gap
Once in Ireland
Things did change
And Malakai did Wholly remain
And met a red headed women called
Aisling O'Shea
Who had enough soul for
both of them
And saved him from pain
He took her last name
And now they sit for eternities
In a picture frame above my fire
Place
Trapped in a
forget-me-not
Border
With
Pony and Trap
And
There Beautiful Babe
whom never should met
Hidden behind a Barley field
In Tall grass they're lusts fired
And were quickly spent
A Raggle-Taggle Gypsy
And the higly respected
Lady Marple-Pendragon
They would have not met if not for her husbands quarrel
the week before
For one stormy night Gypsy Rose Lee did come a knocking
Tap
Tap
Tapping on the that bolted Oak door
For her lucky heathers and pegs did not please
Lord Pen Dragon at such an hour
And for her intrusion she was cast to the floor and kicked
And left in the
mud and rain
for
Hours
But as Rosie Lee pulled her face out the dirt
The devil did heed her call and
spoke a curse
Such a devious Diddakoi
With the devils fiddle by his side
Did bewitch this ladie's ears
And leave his liquid seminal lust's effluvia
In her unsuspecting region
aloft
Her parted thighs
Nine months pass
And
Tinker
Nor
Lady
Meet
But a baby is born
In secret
Under a red-full-Satanic Moon
This new born hastens to cry
And rejections swells
In his mother's consumed eyes
For this new born is neither:
Gentry
Gypsy
Peasent
Or
Beast
This bastard reminder
Of a Pen-Dragon's
Virtue weak
The baby was given to the
Gardener's
Baron-Lonely-Wife
And denied any title or Identity
On this fateful night
The Gardener awoke
In a
cold
wet
Sweat,
Screaming....
Malakai,
Malakai
Makalai
And shoving a demon
Off his chest
He held this babe out
The window
&
Under the
Red moon
And said
" Malakai" is your
Name
Now demon please
leave this
Room
Malakai was indeed his name
And neither did he belong to
Gypsy
Gentry
Peasent
Or
God
And his only crime was to
be born
And he did nothing
Wrong
The Gardener's wife
did also conceive on this
Verbated night
As the Gardener was not
Drunk
And the moon was jus
Right
Malakai was four
When his Baron-ess]
Did bore her
Infant True
And Malakai was sent
To work and Beg
And shine shoes on
Cobbels of the High Street
Floors
When Malakai
Was eight
The truth be told
That you wretched son
Are not my own
And leave our bosom
Because you've had your
Time
On his departure
Lady Pendragon
Did Come
And spoke to
Malakai
His father's name
He left when the moon was full and red
And this new information
was all he was given and was bequeth
The Infamous
Paddy " Iron Fist" McVerity
A King of Kings
Of Romany Stock
And laid others
To waist with hammer
Like
Knuckles
And his prize-winning
Undefeated
Fighting
Cock
For Malakai
Would not rest before
He found where he belonged
But to go to this
Scally-Wag
This Treachorous Tinker
would have been
Mortally wrong
For Gypsies are a noble breed
And do not accept the
Half-Bred-Bastard
Sons
Espescially If they have
Blue-Blood
Coarsing through their veins
And dirty a Gypsy Lineage
Is like Bathing in
Acidic Rain
Over Glen and Dale
Malakai did walk
Hoping to come upon
A Gypsy Caravan
Or a
Fire or Food
Eventually by chance he happend to find the famed
Appleby Horse Fair
And Malakai walked in
and the rain went the
Rain
Blind,
Tired
and
Jaded
Cock fights were fought
And lurches set on rabbits
Bouncing
And all the while
Malakai'a heart was
Pounding
A withered old crone
With
Pony and trap
Beckoned this stragley familiar
Pauper to her
carriage door at the
back
To foretell his
Fortunes and perhaps steal his
Money fill his
with ears lies
And Honey
Cross my palm
With
Silver
Dear Malakai i know that is your name
You no named ghost
You belong to now one
And have no soul
And dear Malakai your fortune
I will tell
That you shall never be at peace
And spent eternity with your
Father
In
Depths
of
Hell
But Malakai had no money
To give
and did sleigh this forutuitous hag
For his blood did burn
Hells fury
For this no-named ghost
And an eternity spent in flames
She so hastily remarked
Did antagonise and pained the sinews of his
Tormented
Heart
Malakai
Now has money
And a
Pony and Trap
And ventured to Ireland to
Fill his souls
Cavernous Gap
Once in Ireland
Things did change
And Malakai did Wholly remain
And met a red headed women called
Aisling O'Shea
Who had enough soul for
both of them
And saved him from pain
He took her last name
And now they sit for eternities
In a picture frame above my fire
Place
Trapped in a
forget-me-not
Border
With
Pony and Trap
And
There Beautiful Babe
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