Day 4—Pirate-Eyed Mary

Pirate-eyed Mary lives in skewed, one-legged trailer

Traveller faire folk she’s called

She cooks with junk

And eats mens’ spunk

And she bury her dead too late.

Pirate-eyed Mary lives near a church

But never inside she goes

She says “I pray here”

“The Christ is my dear”

But cast her spells on Sundays, they know.

Pirate-eyed Mary cooks all the chicken

Basting her bread with its brains

She asks “Ain’t it great?”

Hits a man on his plate

As he chokes says “It’d taste better with grains.”

11/27/13