Monday, December 12, 2011

The Choir Girl - Robert E. Howard

I have a saintly voice, the people say;
With Elder Blank I send the music winging—
I smile and compliment him on his singing—
By God, I'd rather hear a jackass bray.
I nod and smile to all the pious sisters—
I wish their rears were stung with seven blisters.
That youthful minister, so straight and slim—
I'd trade my soul for one long night with him.


3 out of 5

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