Come, tie a fragrant wreath of roses,
and let its perfume fill our noses.
Then dance me dizzy, light the pyres
Let’s fill this graveyard with desire.
Come, wrap me in your solid grip
and ice me with your bluegreen lips,
let’s make our bed on opened graves,
Then tie me up, I’ll be your slave.
Come bury me in scent of lilies,
and jolt me with your sting of chillies,
Then cut and carve, let’s chop our fingers
and fill the night with stench that lingers.
Then turn my flesh to blooming daisies
and laugh at all delivered praises.
Cause in the end our bone and marrow
has wormed itself to food for sparrows.
Today Magely want’s us to write eerie nursery rhymes at toads. It was hard to keep it seemingly sweet, but I hope it smells a little sick at least.