Thy Mustard Is Keen And Thy Branston Is Sticky But Piquant

Pies
Are without substance when
In Liquor
They swim before
The Angels.
Oh eels
Of
Pleasure
Touch me and
Hear my
Ecstacy.
Plum plum
Plum
plum
plum
plum
Be not afraid
Of the dog's
Testes.